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The mountain moaned ominous warnings that only the Sherpas would heed. They headed down at first light.
Fortified with confidence and wealth, the adventurers began their final ascent unguided. The mountain would bite quickly at those who challenged it unprepared. The thin air of Everest swept their souls from the bottom of the hidden ravine.
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