The mountain air at nine thousand feet elevation was so pure and crisp that every breath felt like drinking from a glacial spring. As Cassian led Evie up the northern ridge of Piz Corvus, the sheer grandeur of the Blackfang wilderness unfolded in all its primeval majesty. Below them, endless expanses of ancient Douglas firs, Western hemlocks, and stone pines stretched across the valleys like a rolling ocean of dark…
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