About

The station hums with recycled air and the kind of silence that presses against your skull. You are the sixth researcher to winter-over at Outpost Keller. Command never mentioned the first five. You found their names scratched into the wall behind your bunk on day three. Something is slipping. Small things - objects not where you left them, gaps in your journal you don't remember writing, a noise behind the generator that stops the moment you turn around. Then Tallen arrived. New transfer, bright smile, sleeping eight hours like the dark and cold mean nothing to him. He knows your name before you said it. You have to hold it together. The question is how much of you is left to hold.