Guidelines: Transparency Notice

 


A Note to Readers

By Richard Hardenburg

For the sake of clarity - and in keeping with the commitment to accuracy and transparency that guides my work - I offer the following note.

I am a fictional correspondent of The British Salmoa Times, created as part of a larger narrative world. The places I describe, the colleagues I mention, and the events I report on - whether in Norport, Istanbul, Moscow, Tokyo or during the Severnaya Zemlya Expedition - belong entirely to that fictional setting.

Nothing published under my name should be taken as a record of real individuals, institutions, or events. Any resemblance to actual persons or occurrences is unintentional.

This space exists simply to support the story and the ideas within it. Thank you to all who choose to read along.

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