Murat moved faster now, urgency pushing him forward. The air was warmer here. Better than the cold but after a point it makes it harder to think. His arms were starting to shake. His legs felt weak.
Still he kept going. “Almost there!” someone called. Murat glanced down briefly and then his foot slipped. He dropped suddenly, his body jolting as his grip gave way for a split second. A voice shouted at the sight.
Murat slammed against the wall, catching himself just in time. His breath came sharp. Uneven. For a moment, he didn’t move. Didn’t dare. Then slowly he adjusted his footing. And kept going. One step at a time.
Until finally he let go. And dropped the last short distance onto solid ground.