The rising sun was yet to shine on the freezing, snow-covered cirque where I was resting after an early morning trudge to a glacial tarn. Cold and miserable, at a dizzying height of 4,800m in the Indian Himalayas, I couldn't summon the energy to care about the pile of human skeletons stacked next …
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