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Nothing unexpected happened—no foolhardy bandits appeared. In these snow‑choked mountains people were rare to begin with; robbers rarer still.
The mountain track howled with wind, the gusts drumming in their ears. Snow raced like a white torrent; drifts rose past their knees, and every footprint vanished the instant it was made.
The path twisted between peaks, growing ever lonelier.
At last, godfather and goddaughter reached a summit where the road simply en ...
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