The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 05:02:21 -

The mirror cracked. Not shattered. Cracked. A single, jagged vein running from the corner of my eye to the edge of the frame. I stared at it. The glass held. But it was broken. I am a Lieutenant in the Seventh Drift. We do not fight men. We fight the fog. The fog is alive. It eats time. It eats memory. It eats the very atoms of the ship. We are engineers of the void. My name is Thomas Bradshaw....

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