The Distant Wound
The air in Outpost 4 is not air. It is a substance, thick and grey, settling on your skin like ash. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a border enforcer for the Northern Sector, and you have been alone here for three days. The filtration system in the corner of the room sputters, a dry, rattling cough that shakes the walls. You want to submit your final report. You want to clear your...
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 1 Views 0 Anteprima