The Distant Garden

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The voice came from the dark of the command tent, low and grinding against the static of the radio, calling out his name with the flat, bureaucratic indifference of a man reading a shipping manifest. Elias Thorne stood in the freezing rain of the Nevada desert, the water stinging his cheeks, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts that misted and vanished in the grey air. He was thirty-four...

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