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... t just reminded us it was higher than we were. The wind tugged. We let it. Gareth planted behind stone, Pelham tied short, Mira marked, I checked, and we moved. No one stood tall where the gust wanted a target.
At the switchback, the rope creaked louder. The span had warmed under hands and cooled under shade, and that back-and-forth made fibers complain. A team ahead of us wobbled on their feet and fed the sway. We went to hands and knees again. The rope count matched my breath if I let ...
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