The Wistful Cipher
Chapter One "Notice to All Personnel: Ration Distribution Suspended Pending Filament Audit." The paper smelled of burnt plastic and damp wool. I held it in my gloved hand, the ink smudging against the cold, as the fog outside the observation blister began to burn off, revealing the tea-colored water of the swamp below. I am Vaclav Sedlacek, a comms relay hermit with a mortgage on a berth that...
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