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Feeling hostile
Andrew’s hands shook as he stared at the fractured landscape. Deep fissures scarred the snow, some wide enough to swallow a person. “That was close,” Bob muttered, his voice unsteady. Andrew nodded silently, the Arctic’s once-imposing beauty now feeling hostile and unforgiving. Both men sat quietly, absorbing the enormity of their escape.
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