Kaisa was twenty-three when the old radar station on Mount Storfjell began acting up. It was a relic from the Cold War, a concrete mushroom squatting on the granite peak, repurposed now for weather monitoring and the occasional bird migration study. Kaisa worked there alone, three weeks on, one week off. She liked the solitude. She liked the way the wind erased every footprint behind her, as if she had never been.
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