The Wistful Skyline
The coordinates are wrong, Major. Lieutenant Kael’s voice was flat, stripped of the deference that had characterized their interactions for the last six months. He stood in the doorway of the command tent, his hand resting on the hilt of his sidearm, a gesture that was more habitual than threatening. The wind outside was a physical weight, pressing against the canvas, turning the silence inside...
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