The Entropy Ledger (V-05)
The outpost was called Zero. It was a concrete slab floating in the absolute black of the void, the final sentinel at the edge of the observable universe. There was no wind at Zero, no weather, only the hum of the life-support systems and the oppressive weight of the silence. The man who lived there had no name, only a title: The Accountant. His job was the most mundane and most terrifying task...
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