The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

"Copy that, Thorne. Hold position." The voice on the radio was flat. It lacked the crackle of static, which was worse than the noise. It was clean and cold. You pressed the handset tighter against your ear, the plastic slick with freezing rain. The wind tore through the gap in your coat, a physical weight against your ribs. You were thirty-two. You had served four years on this border. You knew...

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