Scarlett drove the first stake into the soft ground outside her cabin, marking where the storefront would stand. She needed to claim this salvage ground before the other scavengers realized what the bog was about to give up. Three bodies had surfaced last week, all fresh enough to harvest. The cabin itself would serve as her shop. She'd already cleared space inside for shelves and display cases. The moss-covered roof kept the interior cool and dark, perfect for preserving her inventory. By noon, she had the front door propped open and her first jar of pickled eyes arranged on the windowsill where passing traders could see them. The black market was officially open for business.