The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The mud in Sector 4 was not brown; it was the color of a bruise three days old, thick and sucking at the boots of every man who dared cross the line. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the checkpoint, his rifle stock digging into the fleshy hollow of his shoulder, the wood slick with sweat and grime. He did not look at the drone hovering above him, a black beetle with red eyes, nor did he look...

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