Rope and Trust
At one point, Thomas hammered an anchor deep into the ice and secured their rope. “If you fall, I’ve got you,” he called down. Greg looked up and gave a grim nod. Their lives now depended on knots, spikes, and each other’s steadiness. Every move was slow, deliberate. It wasn’t just strength that mattered—it was trust. And in that moment, neither man could afford to waver.
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