The Faded Frontier

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2026-08-24 13:59:17 -

The banquet hall smelled of stale grease and ozone, the light from the orbital loading dock filtering through the grimy panes in a grey, unsetting haze that never quite touched the floor. Vernon Hutchins stood in the center of the room, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the weight of the silence pressing against his ribs. He needed the promotion. He needed it the way a man needs air in...

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