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Last Echo Mike Nomads

The Arctic wind didn’t merely howl. It screamed. A frozen, malevolent banshee tearing across the endless ice sheet, scouring the titanium-reinforced skin of Station Nord-7 until the rivets wept frost and the superstructure groaned in protest. The cold here wasn’t just a temperature; it was an apex predator, seeking any hairline fracture in the hull to find the warmth of human blood.

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