Careful Crossing
They moved across the surface in a tight line, testing every step before shifting weight. Thin seams laced the plateau, some silent, others whispering as the ice flexed underfoot. Greg kept the man between them and clipped him to his harness. Twice, the stranger faltered, and twice Thomas grabbed his arm before he went down. Nobody spoke. The only sounds were boots crunching, rope sliding, and that low, uneasy groan inside the berg.
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