The Distant Journey
The wind did not howl; it screamed, a high, thin sound that stripped the moisture from the air and turned the landscape into a white void. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the chasm, his boots digging into the permafrost, and watched the rope snap. It was a clean break, a sudden violence that defied the geometry of the climb. He had tied the knot himself, a figure-eight followed by a...
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