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The dry, arid, beautiful, and bitterly cold ridge in this rocky tundra is covered a foot deep in the falling snows, year-round. Breath fogs in front of your face, and flakes dust everything in a fine white powder. Any chance for a decent refuge seems scarce, and if there ever was a road across this tundra, it certainly isn't visible now. 

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