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| As he climbed the enormous cliffs Muqtadh was invaded by a strange feeling, a curious longing to climb higher... |
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| Higher and Higher he went. The last rays of the setting sun were a beacon as he continued to follow the strange urge. What was pulling him forward? |
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| As he reached the summit, the steep hill gently rolled over and Muqtadh beheld a mist shrouded plateau beyond the nearby cliff... |