The AgustaWestland AW139 banked smoothly across the southern precipices of Piz Nair, its twin turbine engines humming in synchronized, harmonic precision above the frozen wilderness of the Upper Engadin. Far below, the pristine white ribbon of the Corviglia ski runs wound through snow-heavy stone pine forests, where tiny colorful dots of skiers carved graceful arcs down the powder. But as the helicopter continued its steep, uninterrupted climb past three thousand…
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