The Distant Promise
The iron fence breathes. You feel it before you see it, a rhythmic expansion in the metal that pulls the cold air into your lungs. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a historian who has spent his life cataloguing the dead, now running from the living. The war’s edge is three miles behind you, a rumble in the earth that shakes the dust from your coat. You do not look back. You cannot afford to. In...
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