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Hour Two: The Snow and the Slaughter
Author: Putri
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The ascent to the surface was a journey between two conflicting hells.

Behind them, the medical wing was a boiling, suffocating oven of one hundred and thirty degrees, harboring the mutating, cosmic chrysalis of a god. Above them, the ruined elevator shaft was a vertical tunnel of absolute, biting zero.

Katarina Volkov and Viper climbed the emergency maintenance ladder bolted to the frozen concrete wall of the shaft. They moved with terrifying, unnatural speed.
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