The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The mud sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots with a wet, tearing sound. Rain fell in sheets, blurring the valley into a grey smear of earth and sky. He held his rifle steady, breathing in short, controlled bursts. His sister, Mara, was trapped in the command post two hundred meters east, her screams muffled by the downpour and the chaos of the firefight. Elias did not think of fear. He thought of the...

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