The Pale Shadows
The mist was not empty; it was full of the weight of things that had been lost, and you felt the pressure of it against your ribs as you walked the perimeter of Sector Four. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, with twelve years of service etched into the gray of your uniform and the deep lines around your eyes, and your only desire was to survive the winter freeze so that the pension...
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