Everest’s peak dims in Himalayan dusk. I see the creatures only in glimpses of claw and membranous wing.
The last Sherpa is torn apart screaming “Migou!”
“You won’t escape,” the cylinder I hold whispers. “They’ve prepared a cylinder for you, too.”
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