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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a derelict, rust-eaten submarine is beached on the edge of a frozen tundra, partially buried in snow and ice, its hatch hanging open like a mouth. The air's crisp and biting, with a faint smell of diesel fuel and saltwater, and a flock of arctic terns wheel overhead, their cries carrying on the still air. Umm, somehow, a slow trickle of liquid mercury is seeping out of the submarine's hatch, flowing uphill against gravity, and gathering in a small pool on the frozen ground, where it's reflecting the pale light of the low-hanging sun.
