Sara’s teeth chattered and her breath fogged her mask
until the suit’s thermostat was able to compensate for the frigid wind. When the
condensation was cleared, she was able to see the field of ice in front of the
facility. Little, frozen whirls were scattered across the flat plain. It
reminded her of the time the lake near her house froze. Before it had frozen
entirely, the nearly-frozen water would get whipped into the air by the cold
wind and freeze drop by drop until it made a spiraling stalagmite on the patches
of ice bobbing on the water’s surface.
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