Imagine you're standing at the very bottom of the planet. Fierce winter winds howl out on the icescape. The night is illuminated by the brilliant aurora. There is no possibility of flight, no possibility of outside aid. Then, imagine that among the group of people around you--the people you must work with, live with, and trust with your life--there is at least one killer.
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How do you feel?