The Quest to Save an Antarctic Kingdom Before It Falls Into Ruin

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Stephen King unfurled a map on the hood of a colleague's car in Winchester, England. Traveling across the countryside, in the middle of World War II, the car's crankshaft had given out, stranding the pair of crop researchers on the side of a dusty back road. On his map, King carefully began to trace lines with his index finger, looking for a route home. In the distance, a motorcycle roared.  As ...

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