369 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
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Wordler 369 set out from the village on a path that took her toward the mountains. Sure enough, she spotted the Word dangling from the branch of a tree that grew out of the cliffside about two hundred feet up.
“I found you!” she called up to the Word, having heard that Words of Power would often give themselves up once they became known. But not this Word. It hung out on its cliffside tree branch, taunting her while bobbing up and down in the breeze.
“Fine, we’ll do this the hard way,” said 369. She donned her climbing gloves, moved her spikes and carabiners to a convenient pocket of her pack, and started up the cliff.
The sun beat down. The wind whipped around her. But she lucked into finding a thin ledge to stand on while stretching her right arm out toward the Word. “A little farther. A little more.” She timed her grab for the next time the Word would bob downward toward in the wind, and felt her foot slip from the edge. In a freefall, she managed to snag a tree branch with her other hand and swing herself back to the cliffside.
“To the edge and beyond,” she laughed, but she had managed to snag the Word and Wordler Village would be safe for another day.
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