The Matterhorn didn't care about any of them. It occupied its position above Zermatt with the absolute indifference of something that had been doing exactly this for four million years and had developed, across that span, a complete absence of interest in the concerns of the people who occasionally attempted its surface. The sky behind it had bruised to the specific purple-grey of an Alpine storm system building over the Italian border - not arriving yet, present, the way serious weather announced itself in mountain country with hours of atmospheric warning before the actual event. The gondola's pressurized cabin smelled of machine oil and cold and the specific staleness of an enclosed space that served a private station rather than a public one — no tourist residue, no recreational equipment, just the functional interior of a vehicle that had been making this particular ascent for a decade in service of people who needed to reach a location that didn't appear on any public map. A
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