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They said it couldn’t be done; gravity imposed its own limitations on the art.
Tony intended to prove them wrong. Below there was only ground; death awaited failure. Success, on the other hand, would mean immortality. Chalked hands fought off the sweat as he made his last backwards swing. Moments later, he flew into history.
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