The knock came at two in the morning, which was the only kind of...

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The knock came at two in the morning, which was the only kind of knock Arthur Blackwood trusted anymore.

He opened the door to find Colonel Harrington standing in the Arctic wind, his greatcoat already crusted with ice, a leather satchel pressed against his chest as if keeping the contents warm with his body heat. Behind him, the darkness was absolute. There was no moon, no stars, only the white ground stretching to a horizon that curved like the inside of a bowl. "Mr. Blackwood," Harrington said....

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