Found folded and hidden on the body of Tull Warrock (cargo handler, presumed thief)
Quiet shoes. Crew's green to this run. Keep your tongue dry.
Box is a ghost crate — looks plain, but she's warded like a vault.
– Skin’s cold-iron looped, like a belt ‘round a biter’s waist
– Two latches blink, one don’t — look past the shine
– Plug on the bottom, red wax, dead man’s coin. Leave it.
Face stamp should read:
“Specimen – C. (Field Recovery, 3rd Cycle)”
If it says more than that, you’ve got the wrong ghost.
Don’t crack the lid, don’t sweet-talk the runes. They bite.
When it’s in hand, blink the pickup boys:
mirror-blink, pattern gamma, low deck lens.
They don’t linger long, so don’t dream through the job.
Gold sleeps with the ghost at Sunreach, once they see the prize.
If it sours, burn this and forget the name.