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The older ice master’s voice was a staccato explosion of syllables as blunt as musket fire. “It’s death to enter that pack ice. We’ve come too far already.
The open water might as well have been on the surface of the moon.
He was a smart man whose mind was stupid with the chemical by-products of constant fatigue.
The water was Red here.
