The Great Flats of Bungonia.

Sixteen kilometres past the last legible sign, the road stops pretending. Bitumen gives up. Gravel takes over for a while and then that gives up too. What follows is the Flats. Locals do not name it. HQ files it under Zone 04.

The wind here has an accent. It carries dust that tastes faintly of iron and something older. Nothing grows above knee height. Nothing leaves faster than it arrived. The horizon does not curve so much as sag.

Three operative transmissions have originated from this location in the last twelve months. Two are unaccounted for. The third came back changed, refused to speak on record, and now runs the transmission desk on Thursdays.

It is not that Bungonia is haunted. Bungonia is the haunting. The rest of the country is what it left behind. OPERATIVE FILE 041, PSYCH EVALUATION, ATTACHMENT B

OBSERVED PHENOMENA

Compass rotation, mild but consistent. Radio picks up transmissions dated seven years prior. A recurring silhouette on the eastern ridge described only as the shape of a man who forgot what a man was for. See also: File 011, Man with the Crooked Eye.

KNOWN INHABITANTS

Officially, none. Unofficially, one dwelling remains standing at the north edge. Windows intact. Front door redacted redacted redacted. Do not knock. Do not photograph. Do not ask locals for directions to it. They will point, and then follow you.

ACCESS PROTOCOL

Do not enter after sundown. Do not enter alone. Do not enter having recently consumed Nuttar Water. If your phone stops receiving signal but continues to vibrate, turn around. HQ will not extract from Zone 04. HQ has been told not to.

The rest of this file is sealed pending Clearance 05 review. Enquiries to the desk. Do not enquire.