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Corporal Elam Vance was a man made of straight lines and hard math. He knew the weight of a Springfield rifle, the exact number of paces between the Union works and the Confederate earthworks at Petersburg, and how many men in a company of eighty would likely survive their first engagement—forty-seven if they were lucky. Thirty-two if they panicked.He also knew that the boy standing in front of him, sweating through a wool uniform two sizes too big, was a dead man walking.The boy's name was Thomas. He was a runaway from somewhere down near t...
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Nobody in the town of Cypress Hollow noticed Miss Eloise.That wasn't because she was invisible.It was because she was old.At seventy-eight, she spent her days in the tiny historical archive tucked behind the courthouse, cataloging dusty records nobody cared about. Birth certificates. Marriage licenses. Faded photographs with names written on the back in nearly vanished ink.She liked it that way.Names mattered.Even when people forgot them.One rainy Tuesday, a teenager named Marcus burst into the archive carrying a skateboard and an attitude."...
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Commander Elias Voss had forgotten what wind sounded like.Not station ventilation. Not the endless hiss of oxygen cycling through metal lungs. Real wind. The kind that moved through trees and carried the smell of rain through the crowded streets of Earth.Sometimes he played archived environmental recordings through Beacon Eos-9’s speakers while he worked. Thunderstorms rolling over oceans. Busy cafés filled with overlapping conversations. Traffic humming beneath neon lights. Once, he’d fallen asleep listening to children laughing in a public...
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