Show Notes
Staff Sergeant Peter Landry watched Ben Carver die four years ago. Now Carver is standing three centuries in the future.
Landry's unit has been sent through a temporal corridor to destroy an unauthorized installation and the device hidden inside it. The briefing promises two hundred hostile men, a forty-eight-hour extraction window, and a clean mission. Instead, the team finds a permanent town, families in the streets, and a former comrade whose death Landry witnessed with his own eyes.
The deeper Landry looks, the less the mission survives scrutiny. Colburn is filled with soldiers from wars his history never fought, veterans erased by shifting timelines, and evidence that other assault teams came here before his. Command is silent. The corridor home is failing. At dawn, his captain still intends to carry out the order.
With time collapsing around them, Landry must decide what duty means when the official record is a lie, and whether obedience is worth destroying the only proof that thousands of forgotten lives ever existed.
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