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Katherine Arden

Falling for Rock Climbing

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Fifty feet up, my hands start to shake. It is raining gently, and all around are mountains, helmeted with snow, soft in the valleys. But I don’t see them. All I see is the rock. One hand is wedged in a crack, bleeding under the thumbnail, and my other hand is folded onto a nub, just enough to give my first three fingers purchase.

There’s a bolt—a metal loop bored into the rock—right in front of my face.

I am about to fall.

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