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Cade stood beside the electrochromic glass, one hand resting against the edge of the console. Tall, broad-shouldered, and irritatingly good-looking, he looked more like someone who belonged on a recruitment poster than buried beneath two miles of Antarctic ice. Beyond him, the panel had darkened again, the black surface reflecting almost nothing. It absorbed light rather than returning it, making it difficult to tell where the glass ended and what sat behind it began.
