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... drop the money off at our doorstep. We have to climb the snowy mountain to collect it ourselves. A mountaineer’s already waiting at the summit. We’ve even contacted the bank to accommodate us before midnight.
I don’t know what’s going on in Damon’s head. The air burns my lungs every time I breathe; the cold here is so sharp it feels like knives. Still, I force myself to get used to it.
"Are we there yet?" Caine’s voice cut through the wind.
"Bro, we’re not even halfway," ...
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