The howling tempest that descended from the Bernina glaciers transformed the high alpine peaks into a churning ocean of blinding white fury. At two thousand meters elevation, the air was starved of oxygen, chilled to twenty-four degrees below zero, and thick with sub-zero ice crystals that stripped paint from the metal transmission towers on Piz Nair. Down in the valley, the village of St. Moritz was completely shuttered, its streets…
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