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The pilot had miscalculated. The plane, a Fairchild FH-227D, flew into a cyclone. Turbulence shook the fuselage like a dog with a rat. Passengers gripped armrests. Then, a sickening lurch —the altimeter spinning backward. The mountains had appeared out of nowhere.

They made a pact: If I die, you may use my body to survive. They called it the "Promise of the Andes." It was not cannibalism, they told themselves. It was an act of love. A Eucharist of the snow. Searching for- Society of the snow in-All Categ...

Roberto said, "We are going to die up here." The pilot had miscalculated