The Aurora Protocol
The wind at Station Zero didn't howl; it screamed. It was a white, sterile world where the horizon was a blurred line between a frozen sea and a leaden sky. Erik lived in a world of titanium walls and humming servers, a climate researcher stationed at the furthest edge of the Arctic Circle. Beside him, in a medical pod that hissed with the sound of artificial lungs, lay Sarah. She was a ghost...
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