The polar night of Iceland was an eternal shroud, a heavy, velvet curtain of absolute black that refused to be lifted. Outside, the arctic winds howled across the volcanic wasteland, but inside the subterranean medical center, the world was reduced to a suffocating, sterile white. The fluorescent lights overhead hummed with a deathly, clinical persistence, reflecting off the glass of the decontamination pods like shards of frozen bone.The only other sound was the rhythmic, mechanical hiss of the oxygen concentrator. Hiss. Click. Exhale. It was a haunting metronome, marking the seconds Nora had left. Every breath the woman took looked like an act of defiance, a final, desperate grab at a world that had already turned its back on her.Ava sat on the cold metal bench outside the pod, her cashmere coat wrapped tightly around her frame. Despite the artificial heat of the facility, she was shivering—a deep, violent tremor that didn't come from the skin, but from the very marrow of her bone
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