Location:Seven Peaks — Main Gate, Command Center, Ashford Crossing
Date/Time:TC1855.05.16-17
Three days in, and the road hadn't thinned.
Raven stood at the gate station at dawn, clearing her fourth false-positive flag before the sun crested the eastern ridge. The man was sixty-two, a retired clerk from the Fourth District's eastern quarter, and his meridians carried the same scarred discoloration as every other arrival from within two hundred kilometers of the growth zone. Corruption exposure. Months of breathing air that had been subtly leeched of its spiritual vitality, living on soil that the organism had touched through the ley lines without anyone noticing.
"You're clear," she told him. "Medical station to your left. Tell them I referred you for the treatment protocol."
He thanked her and shuffled toward Mira's triage line, joining the queue of people who didn't know what they'd been tested for and were too exhausted to ask.
