All he saw in front of him were skyscrapers, tall and magnificent. A dastardly cloud hung over them, stretching to the horizon. He wondered how he got there, for he couldn’t remember much of anything.

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“But why do they want to get to the top when they know they won’t come out?” he asked.

“The same reason we do anything, child,” the old lady replied.


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