The vertical ascent through the mountain mist was a grueling, heart-pounding test of physical strength and tactical discipline. Seventy feet above the rocky gorge, the ancient Norman cistern portal yawned out of the sheer limestone cliff like a dark, jagged wound in the mountain. The mist swirled around them in damp, cold eddies, smelling of wet moss and sulfur, but the high-tensile titanium climbing lines held firm against the rock…
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