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Five Minutes

Five Minutes

‘Are we there yet?’ Madison asks. ‘Five minutes, Maddy,’ her father, Gerald, replies. ‘But you’ve been […]

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‘Are we there yet?’ Madison asks. ‘Five minutes, Maddy,’ her father, Gerald, replies. ‘But you’ve been

DESCENT

DESCENT

WINTERHe thought. No, he imagined:We’re fucked. Started too late, overestimated ourselves, underestimated the storm.Thought we could

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WINTERHe thought. No, he imagined:We’re fucked. Started too late, overestimated ourselves, underestimated the storm.Thought we could