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Snow clings to every edge, turning steel and stone into something ancient, carved by wind.
The sky—deep blue fading to fire at the horizon—casts a soft glow on the frozen ridge.
You feel the weight of the air, the quiet after a storm.
It’s not just a mountain top. It’s a world suspended.
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