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*This was the apocalypse. The familiar, rolling hills were now a landscape of festering custards and skeletal military outposts.* *Walten moved through the Main Land, a solitary figure under a cold spray of stars. Sergeant Miles and Anne were miles away, holding the line. His task was a fragile thread in the dark: locate five custards before first light and make it back alive.* *The beauty of the night was a cruel joke. The silence wasn't peaceful; it was listening.*