The Wistful Asylum

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The Nevada scrubland stretched out like a bruised palm, dry and cracked under the midday sun. Sergeant Elias Thorne kept his eyes on the rearview mirror, watching the dust plume of the lead Humvee, his jaw tight against the vibration of the engine. He was thirty-four, six years into a service that had stripped him of everything but duty, and he carried a sealed diplomatic pouch in the passenger...

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