The Distant Ghost
The wind was a physical weight, pressing against your chest as you hauled the reins tighter, your knuckles white and numb against the leather. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a border patrol captain who had spent the last decade measuring his life in miles of frozen rock and the number of men he could keep alive in them, and right now you were losing that measurement. The escort squad had...
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