The Distant Ghost
The door seals behind you with a hiss of pressurized air. You are in the box. The walls are gray. Cold. They vibrate with the hum of the reactor core outside. You are a Sergeant in the Deep Guard. You have a rifle. You have a badge. You have a duty. The box is small. It smells of ozone and old sweat. You check your weapon. The slide is slick. The mechanism is precise. You pull the trigger back....
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