The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The radio crackled with static before it cleared into Major Halloway’s voice, a sound like dry leaves skittering over pavement. "Thorne, report to the command tent. Now." Elias stood in the gray light of the pre-dawn, his boots heavy on the gravel, and felt the familiar pull of the dream settling into his muscles. In the dream, the fence line was not made of wire or concrete but of a shifting,...

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