The silence that greeted them on the plateau was absolute, broken only by the mournful whistle of the alpine gale carving across the jagged granite towers. The air tasted of pure, biting frost that crystallized on their eyelashes within seconds of landing. Geneva quickly collapsed her canopy, packing the dark nylon into a compact compression sack and burying it beneath the powdery drift of snow. Beside her, Matteo did the…
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