The Distant Journey

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Thorne. The word came through the radio static, not as a crackle or a pop, but as a voice, low and ragged, like a man clearing gravel from his throat. Elias Thorne sat in the chair behind his desk, the leather creaking under the weight of his hips. He was fifty-two years old, and his knees ached with the damp cold that seeped through the floorboards of the outpost every November. He looked at...

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