Pier - 999

The fog swirled around them, the silence pressing against her ears. It was a choice between nothingness and duty.

Yet, the paperwork bore the heavy, impressed seal of the Harbor Master. The signature was illegible, a frantic scrawl, and the ink was a strange, violet hue she had never seen in government documents. pier 999

"One question," she said. "What happens to the things that are exported?" The fog swirled around them, the silence pressing

It was a pier, impossibly long, stretching far out into the churning sea. The wood was dark, almost black, and pristine—not a speck of barnacles or rot. At the very end of the pier stood a small, iron-roofed warehouse. The fog swirled around them