The Strip Is Seeing People Who Are Not There, and It Is Seeing Them Nightly Now
The Faded Lands Community Board gathers a season’s worth of ghost sightings from across the outer reaches, now arriving faster than the Board can write them down: a richly dressed woman seated in a lit hollow house, a green-gowned figure who walks the Downs road without answering, and a silver-haired woman at the crossing the children have stopped taking. The strip is divided between those who name it and those who, in the Evernal way, would rather let it pass in silence.
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