The Wistful Skyline
"Put the gun down, Randi. You’re out of your depth." The voice came from the static, tinny and thin, filtered through the headset Randi Gundersen had worn for twenty years. He was sitting in the driver’s seat of the patrol truck, the engine ticking as it cooled in the ravine. The fog was not just weather here; it was a physical weight, pressing against the windshield with the same persistence...
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