Kholat Syakhl, USSR, 1959.
“We need to make camp!” Zina shouted over the howling wind. Rustem had collapsed behind her. Snow swirled around them, quickly filling their tracks and obscuring most of the rest of the team. She could see Nikolai and the Yuris tied to each other ahead; the rest of the crew was lost in white.
“We’ll have to camp here instead of the tree line,” Igor instructed as he an...