1905, late autumn. The fog that rested upon Greyport Harbor was no mere weathered veil, but a suffocating presence that clung to the flesh like sodden wool, steeped in the reek of rotting kelp and the corroded breath of iron buoys long abandoned to the tide. Each inhalation drew it
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To begin, I do not condone any actions that I myself do not directly commit while working here at The Agency. My peers, superiors, and comrades are responsible for what they do. Not that I still don’t feel bad. There is plenty of collateral damage that comes with this job.
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The message has been smuggled via a plaintext file saved to a MicroSD that I pray survives its trip to the surface. If the journalist or civilian receiving this can read this message, I am posting covertly from a deep marine lab that officially does not exist. Its codename, as
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