The Echoes of Broken Peaks
The wind howled through the jagged peaks of the Broken Range, carrying with it the faint echo of a scream. Lira paused in her climb, her ice axe embedded in the frozen slope. She cocked her head, listening. Nothing but the whistle of the wind and the crunch of snow beneath her crampons. “Just the mountain playing tricks again,” she muttered, shaking off the chill that had nothing to do with the subzero temperatures. ...