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Submitted to Contest #204
I stood at the top of a dusty mountain, the searing afternoon sun high above me, and the endless, unforgiving desert below. Mountain. To me it was just some long dead thing; a giant, crumbling form of rock and dust and nothing more. There was no life as far as my eyes could see, like the remains of an ancient and far-off world, void of the necessary ingredients and conditions to create and sustain life; its punishment absolute after some ruinous cataclysm, now mine to bear alone. I took a deep breath and let it out in a long, exasperate...
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