The ClimbThe ClimbI used to think that all those folk tales I grew up with were nothing but superstition. But, that was before I made the climb
It was about five years ago when it happened. I had just graduated from Oxford, my head held high, my major in geology fresh in my mind. My assistant, Jeremy, and I had been hearing rumors about peculiar geologic activity at the peak of Mt. Everest. After a long argument, I managed to convince Jeremy that we needed to go up there and take some readings. He had been quite hesitant about the idea, but before we knew it, we where on a plane to Asia, equipment in hand. Little did we know, that decision changed our lives forever.As I looked out the window of the small biplane as we touched down, an unpleasant chill ran up my spine slowly
like an icy claw fresh with frozen blood
I shook it off, grabbed my large duffle bag, and climbed down the stairs to receive a cold, sharp chunk of snow in my surprised face."Jeremy!" I yelled at the playf
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