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He tumbled. Rolling. Over and over. Down the mountain, without control, without brake. His body meeting many obstacles, but none slowing his pace well enough to stop it. God, he was gonna pay for this one in the morning. His head hit a rock and he saw stars. Hands groped for purchase and found none, clambering heat in the icy cold snow. And he let out a yell as the world disappeared beneath him. **********
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