The Faded Frequency

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Thorne. The name was barked from the doorway, sharp and flat, cutting through the hum of the generator that powered the temporary command post. Elias did not look up. He kept his eyes on the map, the topographical lines of the Appalachian foothills blurring slightly under the strain of his tired eyes. The rain was hammering against the canvas walls, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that seemed...

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