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... uch near the edge, one arm resting across his knee. He let the cold rock press through his gloves. It felt real. More real than most of the past few days. Not sharp. Just there. Steady.
The lake below shimmered faintly, even under the clouds. Not like water. More like glass someone had tried to polish and then gave up halfway.
He watched a line of trees bend slightly in the wind, their shadows too long for the sun's position.
That was the thing about climbing mountains. Y ...
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