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He stumbled, buckling against the jagged cliff path. The sea swam in his vision a hundred feet below, waves churning black seaweed against the rocks. Shaking, he stood and took three faltering steps. He inhaled the sky. Almost a disaster... but here was perfect. Smiling, he stepped off into the wind's embrace.
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