The Wistful Skyline

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The static on the radio was not white noise; it was a frequency of rot. "Thorne, you are being relieved of your post," Colonel Vance said, his voice flat as a sheet of ice. "Pack your effects. You are discharged effective immediately." Elias Thorne did not look up from the clipboard in his hands. He was forty years old, and his knees had begun to complain in the damp air of the watchtower three...

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