The Faded Root
The radio crackled, a static hiss that sounded like sand grinding against bone. "Sergeant Thorne, you are ordered to hold position. Do not move from the secondary gate. Repeat, hold position." Elias Thorne stared at the black screen of his handheld unit. The battery light blinked red, a slow, rhythmic pulse that matched the thumping in his left temple. He did not answer. He did not need to. The...
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