The Wistful Voyage
The tremor in Elias Thorne’s left hand was not a wave, but a stutter, a mechanical glitch in the wiring of his nervous system that had persisted for six years since the day he pulled his brother from the wreckage of the Humvee. He stood at the edge of the Nevada desert, the heat radiating off the asphalt of the base perimeter in visible shimmers, his left hand gripping the steering wheel with a...
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