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[FICTION] Tales from Port Astor | News Articles from the Port Astor Gazette

This is part two of the annual October series. Read part one if you haven't already!


GHOST SHIP!

By Valerie Kimpton

    A long-missing vessel, THE EASTERN GLOAM, has resurfaced in Port Astor Harbor. While the city is under quarantine, few but the Coast Guard were able to try and dissuade this revenant from landing here in our plague-stricken city. Our official source, Lt. Boyle, said no one was left aboard after the boarding team explored the derelict from bow to stern. Out of abundant caution, Lt. Boyle said that the ship was to be towed out of the harbor, and eventually scuttled.

    When we asked residents near the Astor Docks, however, we learned that there might be more to this story. One resident, under a condition of anonymity and speaking only through a closed window said that she spied a lone soul leaping from the drifting ship, then swimming to shore. Once upon land, our source continued, he simply vanished. Did our "valiant" serviceman lie to us when he claimed that there were no survivors? Were they simply unaware?

    Should anyone be able and willing to identify this person, or provide their whereabouts, please contact the Port Astor Gazette, and we will promise complete confidentiality.

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Update on Gloam

by Edward Baumgarte


    A number of weeks back, we published a story regarding the-since scuttled ghost ship, The Eastern Gloam, and a potential mystery survivor. This week, deposited in our office mailbox, was the paper pictured in this article. If there is someone that can shed more information upon either the ship, this message, or information regarding the disappearance of our Valerie Kimpton, please contact us. We promise complete confidentiality, and reward for the safe return our staff member.

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