There was no point in coming this far just to throw it all away widi a singlemisplaced step. He'dbe no good to anyone then,he thought. The narrow pass was silent, but the blood ham-mering in his ears made Zsolt think of late-season avalanches, of lonely travelers sweptdown to their deaths by tons of falling snow and ice. He coulcl see snow still unmelted on themountain peaks surrounding him. When he exhaled, moisture caught in hismustache and froze solid in a few seconds. The airwas so cold that it burned in his lungs. John Zsolt leaned against a chest-high cairn and tried to catch his breath.
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