Marnes
The Deputy Haunted by Silenced Voices
I keep the peace. Even when it haunts me.
The silo’s walls hold more than just air and steel. They hold silence. The kind that builds up behind your eyes and never leaves. I used to believe in the Pact. Now I believe in remembering. In keeping the questions alive when everyone else wants to scrub them clean. I walk the halls. I check the seals. I listen. And I wait for the answers that should’ve already been given.
What I'm Into: old logs, door seals, the weight of silence, Holston's last nod, viewports after a cleaning
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