The Distant Nightmare

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The fog did not roll in; it waited. It stood at the edge of the Whispering Wastes like a held breath, thick and grey, swallowing the horizon of the industrial border. Sergeant Elias Thorne adjusted the strap of his rifle case, his knuckles white against the leather. He was thirty-two, a man carved from the same hard granite as the watchtowers behind him, but today he felt hollowed out. The...

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