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The Mountain
The mountain ahead looks as large as a planet and it reaches above the clouds. The wind and snow are treacherous, the lack of air is almost suffocating. “You could die trying to climb it, only a few men have ever reached the top. And they were deathly sick when they came back,” a Sherpa says serving wine. “I’ve been there twice, and I have to go there now if I’m ever going to succeed,” he takes a sip of the wine and then takes a long drag off his cigar. “You will need a guide and a team of...” the man grabs him by the neck holding him into the air. “If I wanted your opinion I would’ve asked for it,” he breaks the mans neck with a swift jerk of the wrist and drops him. The people around shudder in fear. He reaches the top with ice and snow hanging from his extremities. He looks aro
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