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3.b

‘The avalanche has started rolling’, I said to Štefan. ‘Except we can’t see it yet.’

‘You’re imagining things. What you hear is the grass growing.’

‘Absolutely not’, I said. ‘I can hear the first mass of snow pushing its way through the snowdrifts.’