voice returned, a calm informan

led for routine ski slope maintenance. Locatio

real-time location, a feature I hadn't us

inal move in a game I

old air burned my lungs. Every step was an effort. I found a spot on a

Nicole a little ahead of Ryan, h

g roar. The controlled avalanche. A wall of white,

-ending disaster. It was

mbled off the main path, sliding toward the edge of the trail, directly in the path of

ost, scrambling for a ha

a final gift from a dying body. I scrambled down from the rocks and grabbed her han

was

went black for a second. My feet slippe

rd, into the

, her mouth open in a silent scream. A

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