Chapter 103: Fortress Beneath the Ice

The Ice Wastes. 4 AM.

Ryan climbed down from the snow vehicle. The harpoon wound on his left thigh was still bleeding. His left shoulder wound had formed a black scab. The ice shard injury on his left calf had gone numb—no pain, no itch, like dead flesh.

The map he'd searched off the commander ma...

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