The northern port of Frost-Anchor had changed beyond recognition.Once a bleak penal outpost on the edge of the glacial shelf, it was now an active scientific deep-water haven. Iron-reinforced piers cut through the dark, icy surf, kept clear of pack ice by a continuous loop of thermal-brine discharge routed from the sub-glacial geothermal taps.Moored at the end of the central stone pier rested the Meridian Dawn—not a battleship bristling with heavy artillery, but an oceanic exploration vessel engineered specifically for sub-polar navigation. Her hull was double-sheathed in cold-tempered titanium alloy, her draft designed to glide through ice floes, powered by an advanced silent hydro-turbine manifold.On the snow-swept stone quay, Prince Cassian adjusted the collar of his insulated winter cloak as the bitter Arctic wind whipped off the gray sea."The atmospheric pressure over the northern trench has been fluctuating by three millibars every six hours," Cassian said, handing a brass-b
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