The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mud on the northern frontier does not dry; it ferments. I have spent twenty-two years walking these lines, cataloging the slow decay of the borderlands, and I know that the ground here remembers what the men try to forget. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am here to secure my pension by logging the final sighting of the "ghost," a task that has plagued this sector for three years and cost me...

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