Opening Words

Somewhere in the Arctic tundras, amidst a ceaseless storm of snow and ice, a base lies hundreds of feet below the surface.

Someone knocks.

“Come in. What is it?”

“Sir, we have a big problem and a small one.”


“The big problem has to do with Haven.”

“Shit. And the other one?”

“We might have started the apocalypse.”

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