~Vaela My feet scuff over rocks, gloved fingers gripping slick ice as I climb. "Can you wait up? I'm going as fast as I can and am seconds away from breaking my ankle." Turning, I look over my shoulder. My friend and companion for this trip, Eyla, struggles up a particularly steep part of the cliff, bundled in layers of clothing to the point I can't see her face. "We are nearly there," I assure her, prying my numb hand between two slabs of rock, hoisting myself up onto a ridge. "Exactly, so wait up." With two feet planted on the flat edge of the ridge, I look out over the vi
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