The wind howled, thick snow swirling across the steep face of the mountain. They should have stayed holed up in their base camp. That’s what Mark had wanted, but Terry had been determined to reach the summit before having to depart. Now the two of them were roped together, struggling to make progress up the rough ice. Terry stoically led the way, almost dragging the younger man in his wake. The rope went slack. Mark glanced up as the big man slid past. He thrust his axe into the ice and waited for the hard jerk or the long drop.
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