The Distant Garden
The sun did not shine so much as it hammered, a white fist against the glass of the desert sky. Elias Thorne stood alone at the outpost, the radio static buzzing in his ear like a dying insect. He wanted the promotion, the silver star on his lapel, the quiet dignity of a career that had consumed the last twelve years of his life. He wanted to catch Kael. The radio crackled, the voice distorted...
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