Dr. Elara Voss stepped off the skiff, her boots crunching on permafrost as the wind clawed at her parka. The Arctic research station loomed ahead, a skeletal structure of steel and glass half-buried in snow. She adjusted her gloves, fingers…
The static hum of the research station’s life support system was the only sound in the vacuum of the Arctic outpost. Dr. Elara Voss adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging the inside of her visor as she stepped onto the…
## The Glacial Echo The wind tasted like frozen needles, biting at Elara’s exposed cheeks as she wrestled the supply crate onto the snowmobile. Each grain of ice glittered, a thousand tiny mirrors reflecting the bruised twilight. Her balance swayed…