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... was a pitch-black, sensory-deprived sensory tomb.
Outside the three-inch-thick armored hull, the catastrophic February sleet storm raged with unyielding, mechanical violence. The thousands of jagged ice shards striking the heavy, V-shaped steel exterior sounded like a relentless, deafening barrage of low-caliber machine-gun fire, completely drowning out the howling wind. Yet, inside the sealed, airtight cabin, the atmosphere was perfectly stagnant. The air tasted sharply of ancient, pre ...
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