No one knew what they’d find at the top of the tower. A
monstrous dragon with fiery breath perhaps. A fearsome demon with eyes all red.
A god with thunderbolts in either hand. But just imagine—if they could ride the
dragon, they’d conquer all their enemies; if they could tame the demon they’d
have slaves till the end of time; if they could control thunderbolts then everybody
would fear them. It was worth climbing those thousand steps, worth carrying a
thousand stones, worth ignoring those who fell from lofty heights before the
end. Then the tower fell. They lost.
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