Figuring Out the Deal With Horseradish Sauce

As the wind whipped snow in his face, Mark collapsed. He’d been climbing this mountain for so long, he’d lost track of when he started or how much time had passed.

He hadn’t come prepared for the trip, wearing clothes not nearly suitable enough for a colder climate. His nose was burnt red, the elements having ravaged his skin. He couldn’t feel his hands. His legs felt like puddy. On all…