The Wistful Silence

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The radio crackled, a sound like dry bones snapping in a wind that wasn't blowing. Elias Thorne pressed the handset tighter against his ear, the plastic cold enough to bite into the calluses of his palm. "Clara, do you copy? I’m on the ridge. The fog is thick." Static answered him, a rhythmic pulse that matched the thud of his own heart. He had wanted this moment for six years, the chance to...

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