His feet brought him to a high cliff. Because he couldn’t sleep, he had been moving दिन and night with hardly any rest. His legs were aching from the constant strain, his body ready to collapse into itself. He stood at the edge of the cliff and gazed down at the dizzying height. All he needed was to lean over for it to all end. He could already feel gravity pulling at him, inviting him down. His staff fell from his hands. He tottered back and forth; his legs had no और strength. If only he would lean forward, then it would all end. He wouldn’t have to worry about the Wind Tunnel consuming...
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