Death awaited.  He knew it for sure, and as he couldn’t hear any denial, he was going to accept it as the way of things now he’d left his safe haven.

Dragging his sorry arse along, he paused recalling the barriers they’d mentioned when he’d told them his plans.

The climb up the face would be treacherous, there would be no vigil to ensure his success.  Was it really that important to read the inscription, it was only letters, a memento in the book of life, and they couldn’t do without him.

Tongue paused, saliva would be good right now

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