The Distant Temple
The alert did not chime; it screamed, a digital shriek that tore through the sterile silence of the Command Center and pinned Elias Thorne to his chair. He was forty-two, a man whose career was built on the quiet, mechanical certainty of the border, and the screen before him flashed a red he had never seen in twelve years of service. The automated surveillance grid, the pride of the...
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