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The path was strewn with fossils of dead animals and maybe, humans who tried to reach the pinnacle. He felt his stomach churning, but the pinnacle looked different each time. A few turrets had been added, which were evidence of people having reached there. They were symbols of achievement, the targets set for travellers on the path. So, why couldn’t he?

If it required stepping over toes or fossils, so be it. All those who did not exert themselves fully to reach the top were fossils anyway. Gingerly, he took the first step and then, increased his speed.

“Make space for one more”, one fossil said to another with a low chuckle.

“Yeah… we have all been in his place. The demon in that castle trades in fossils. If you are not buying a product, you are the product.”