The Pale Meridian
The avalanche of ice and granite did not fall with the thunderous finality one might expect from such a catastrophe, but rather with a suffocating, grinding silence that seemed to swallow the very air from the mountain, a slow-motion descent of white death that pinned me against the ridge of the eastern slope where I had stood for thirty years guarding the boundary between the wild and the...
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