ARTEMIS, holding a thick gray coat, climbed into the watchtower of the Station Argent, but when she reached the top, she felt the cold breeze. For the first time in a week, she has been here, the sky has cleared completely. The wind was usually fierce and unforgiving, but now, it had calmed, and it was still cold.
She wore her thick gray coat to battle against the cold of the night. The rest of the crew had already gone to sleep, but she couldn’t. That’s why she was here at the watchtower.
It was cold up in the watchtower, but it was warm below—in the cabin. The wind whispered in a language she couldn’t name, brushing against the side of the tower like metal clinking.
Holding a telescope, she turned it eastward, toward the far horizon where the land began to fracture into frozen clif
