The Man on the Ridge
The first time I noticed something irregular in General Marcus Webb, it was the grass. My assignment was straightforward: catalogue the planetary biosphere of a world approximately thirty-six hours from consumption by the Devourer, that vast generational vessel which had entered our system with all the ceremony of a falling star and all the subtlety of a closing jaw. I had spent eleven years...
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