The Faded Frontier

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The air in the processing center smelled of ozone and stale coffee, a sterile cocktail that masked the deeper, metallic tang of fear. I stood before the intake desk, my uniform pressed to a sharpness that felt like armor, my hands clasped behind my back to keep them from trembling. Across the counter, a young man with eyes like wet slate stared at me. He held a ceramic bowl in his lap. It was...

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