The Frost of Knowledge
The wind howled across the Antarctic plateau, a relentless, screaming wall of white that had erased the horizon for fourteen days. Inside Station Omega, the air was thin and tasted of recycled ozone and desperation. Dr. Aris sat in the dim light of the medical bay, his breath frosting in the air. Beside him lay Julian, his young assistant, shivering under three layers of thermal blankets. The...
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