Sweat stung his eyes, his knees ached, his hands were scraped and raw, and the warm breeze did little to cool him off. He looked up at the sandstone cliff he still had to climb before he got back to the road. He wondered if he would make it to the top. He searched for a path up the rock that seemed less steep, less daunting.
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