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Cold as Ice


ShiftKnife

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“You’ll hold until the ice melts.” That's what came down the pipe after the third retrieval call. Bastard. It’s been a week since we last saw him, that smug piece of shit. That grin on his fucking lips - he knew retrieval would be impossible but he sent us anyway.  Klendathu. Centennia. Omega. A thousand losses in between. Millions dead. The number’s rising every day - though really, what does a hundred more dead matter here in this frozen waste?

 

Humanity is on the brink of extinction, and here we are, killing each other for the scraps.

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