The Last Transmission of Detective Miller
The freighter 'Sisyphus' was a floating tomb of shadows and cigarette smoke. It was a place of harsh contrasts—blinding white emergency lights and abyssal black corners. I walked the corridors in a trench coat that smelled of old rain and cheap bourbon, my footsteps echoing like a countdown. I had been hired by the Company to find out why the Sisyphus had gone dark. They told me it was a...
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