The path was strewn with fossils of dead animals and maybe, humans who tried to reach the pinnacle. He felt his stomach churning, but the pinnacle looked different each time. A few turrets had been added, which were evidence of people having reached there. They were symbols of achievement, the targets set for travellers on the path. So, why couldn’t he?
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