The Distant Legend
The water was black and thick as oil, pressing against the steel doors of Bunker Four with a weight that felt less like physics and more like judgment, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the flooded corridor, his rifle raised against the rising tide, his knuckles white and trembling with the effort of keeping his aim steady on a threat that had no shape. He was thirty-four years...
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