
The first blind spot in Hawat's network was about an hour slide down from the Eyrie.
They were all moving on skis picked up from the ruined monastery.
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The panorama was eerily pristine, indeterminate. They found themselves in a world without definitions, a blank slate. Staring too much into the snow was making their eyes hurt. Literally. Only the silhouettes of comrades and the swooshing of skis was telling them that their awareness had not been somehow reset. And the unease because of the fact that they were naked before any aerial observation.























