Our hero scrambles the final pitch of the mountain...

…rocks sliding underfoot. Sweat beads their face as they reach the summit, gasping for air. At the base of an ancient altar, they find their prize: an enchanted scroll. Fighting exhaustion, our hero unrolls the weathered parchment, eyes rapidly scanning its writings. Alas, it reads:
...Bummer, just when the story was getting good.
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