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Crash on Ice Ridge

Page 54-55 in Mystery on Dog Island

Without warning, the next ridge ridge rose out of the haze.  Its vertical spires of ice reflected a variety of blue-green hues in the dim light and looked like a crystal chandelier waiting to be smashed.  Rising several feet in the air, the snowmobile crunched up one side and launched intro the wind.  Screaming, yelling and crying rang out through the bleak sky and blizzard wind, but there was no one to hear.


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