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The snow on the ridge had stopped falling, leaving the world in a silence so profound it felt less like the absence of sound and more like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, a thick, white void that swallowed the jagged teeth of the mountains and the distant, fading hum of the generator below. We were three men, or perhaps I am only one, for in the cold the boundaries of the self...
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