Below Station K: An Arctic Horror

Station K went silent forty-one days ago. One man is still alive, and he will not let them drill.

When the replacement winter crew lands in northwest Greenland, they find a station in perfect order. Full stores. Working generators. Seven stripped bunks, seven labelled boxes, seven death certificates with the cause left blank - and Dr Anselm Straum, alone, lucid, and unable to say what happened to the people he arrived with.

They restart the drill. Four hundred thousand years of ice, and something underneath it.

That night, all eight of them have the same dream. Identical. Down to the last detail.

By morning they understand the rule that will kill them: a death only one person dreams can still be prevented. A death two people dream is already fixed. And describing a dream counts as dreaming it.

So they stop telling each other what they see. Eight people, a hundred days of darkness, and nobody able to say the only thing that matters.

Station K is one of eighteen.

A slow, cold, procedural horror for readers who like their dread competent - where the crew is careful, the standing orders are exemplary, and every correct decision is one of the things that kills them.