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he northern face of Mont Granier drops abruptly. From the flat summit, the precipice simply falls away, its sheerness dizzying to behold. Its outline, at the northern end of the Chartreuse Regional Nature Park, looks like an unfinished sketch, as if the artist had been interrupted, forced to wrap things up, move on to a more pressing landmark. The story of this mountain is a tale of crueller upheaval: in
