The Frost Watcher
The wind in the Antarctic interior doesn't just blow; it screams. It is a white, blinding wall of ice and salt that erases the horizon and turns the world into a featureless void. I have lived in Station Zero for forty-two years. I am the last of the Frost Watchers. The others left decades ago. Some succumbed to the "White Madness," others simply gave up and returned to the cities of the north....
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