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## Title: The Last Lantern of the North The ice did not just surround us; it owned us. For six months, the *S.S. Borealis* had been a frozen tomb, locked in the crushing grip of the Arctic pack. The wind howled through the rigging like a thousand dying wolves, and the sun had become a distant, pale memory. Captain Thorne stood on the bridge, his beard frosted with rime, his eyes two chips of...
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