The Purest Solitude

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The wind at Station Zero did not howl; it whispered. It was a dry, crystalline sound that carried the scent of frozen iron and a billion years of silence. Station Zero was a needle of titanium and carbon-fiber, plunged deep into the ice of the Antarctic plateau, the only human outpost in a wasteland where the temperature dropped so low that the air itself seemed to crack. Elias was the last...

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