The Golden Greenhouse

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The mud in the trench was cold and gritty, pressing against Elias Thorne’s boots with a damp, sucking weight that mirrored the stiffness in his shoulders. He raised his rifle, the polymer stock smooth and worn from years of handling, and aimed at the drone hovering ten meters ahead. The device held a shard of mirror, fractured and jagged, reflecting his own face back at him with a distorted,...

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