The descent into the lower abyssal shaft was like sinking into the frozen throat of a dead world. For two thousand feet, the star-iron cables groaned against the bronze winches as the eight companions were lowered into the subterranean depths beneath the Sun-Well. The air grew unnaturally dense, heavy with the suffocating mineral stench of ancient permafrost and ozone. Glacial ice walls, compressed by the weight of ten million tons…
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