After five years, the lone scientist stationed in the research station deep in the Arctic Circle was due to be replaced.
On the day, the supply truck rolled up, and as supplies were unloaded, the new scientist strode into the base. He hoped to find a sane gentleman scholar. But he was expecting an unsociable mess of a crazed hermit.
Instead, he found a note, saying that the writer had changed their mind and wanted to leave, and so was doing so.
He noticed it was in his name and dated tomorrow as the weapon came down on his head.
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