The faces of effort are deceiving. In the middle of the Blockhaus, bare, beautiful and terrible mountain of Abruzzo, everyone suffers. Bardet gasps. Almeida twitches. Carapaz gasps, shrunken… Everyone clings to the handlebars. Landa, on the other hand, does not stop. She drops her hands, wipes the sweat. She takes off her glasses, puts them on. She drinks even before the sprint on it
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