Rising Sun: Issue 5

The Memory of Haakon

28

You are quite high up when you start to feel your fingers begin to slip. At the same time your toes begin to slide along the wall as well, giving you the sinking sensation of doom. Desperately you fumble to find a firmer handhold but in vain. Your feet fly from beneath you, and as you grasp vainly at the smooth surface of the wall you cannot find any way to stop yourself from falling to the distant streets far below. Your life and quest come to a crushing end here.

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