Friendship
Under the vast, star-scattered sky of Tagiunituk Lakes, two young men sat beside the charred ruins of their camp, their faces illuminated by the flickering glow of dying embers. The scent of burnt wood and fuel still lingered in the crisp night air. Anderson and T.B. were eating canned meat—whatever they could salvage from the wreckage. Some cans had been thrown far by the force of the explosions, scattered like remnants of a life they once knew. Amidst the debris, they had also found the bodies of two other employees. Though burned beyond recognition, the deep slashes on their throats made it clear—they had been murdered before the fire consumed them. Anderson chewed in silence for a moment before speaking. "Mr. T.B., how did you know Hanta was fake?" T.B. glanced at him, then back at t
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