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The Cliff
The sea wind blows against her face as she makes her way down the cliff path.
She walks slowly, holding onto the railing by the drop, wondering if she ought to abandon her journey to the capital before she slips and falls.
But she continues, ignoring the rising disquiet urging her to turn back.
She walks slowly, holding onto the railing by the drop, wondering if she ought to abandon her journey to the capital before she slips and falls.
But she continues, ignoring the rising disquiet urging her to turn back.
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