By the time they reached the basin beneath Devil’s Lookout, the sun had climbed high enough to make the frost gleam like sugar. A pair of mountain goats watched them coolly from a crag, velvet on their faces catching the light. Shane told a joke—groan-worthy, human—and Kylie laughed in a way that surprised her: bright, unpremeditated.

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