ElmaThe ascent was a slow, rhythmic torture.The High Pass was less of a road and more of a jagged scar across the face of the mountains. To our left, the rock rose in a sheer, unforgiving wall of granite; to our right, the world simply ended in a vertical drop that swallowed the mist of the valley below.I kept my head down, focusing on the boots of the woman in front of me, but my mind was a cacophony. Every time a stone skittered over the edge, I heard Roshan’s voice: dangerous to get close to. Every time the wind shifted, carrying the scent of cedar, I felt Ridwan’s fingers against my skin.I was a weapon that had forgotten its target.The Ghost in the MistBy late afternoon, the sun had been eaten by a fresh bank of clouds. The temperature plummeted, the kind of cold that didn't just sit on the skin but seeped into the marrow."The wind is picking up," someone shouted from the front. "Find a handhold! Keep the line tight!"I reached out to steady myself against the rock wall, my
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