The Distant Legend
The first thing you notice is not the smell, but the sound of the ventilation fans shifting their frequency, a low, grinding hum that vibrates in your molars and settles into the marrow of your bones, a mechanical heartbeat that has replaced the rhythm of your own life since the quarantine protocols were enforced three weeks ago. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a border patrol...
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