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Gold Mountain
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You… want to write in braille? Interesting, though it is nice you wish to adapt your book for all likes of people to read.
High in the sky and in waiting, surrounding the sun is a ginormous ring, a sure fact of evidence that this world is not natural, but to its inhabitants, none the wiser, this is the status quo. The known world is centered around The Spire and rests upon a mountain. Class is divided among by your closeness to god, the lower you are down the mountain the less fortunate you’ll be, the more people you’ll see, the stronger the struggle. A daily struggle for millions is trying to climb higher, not only does the path get treacherous in a lot of locations, but there are also blockades built by people who demand pay. People vanish every day trying to climb beyond their birthplace and many more are gone in their vain attempts to reach the top. Some believe the way to the top is not to climb, rumors of a city that moves are spread thinly, but this city has not been seen in ages, some believe this city has already made its way to god. Not many know what lies at the very bottom of The Spire, except that it is not owned by any man or woman. It blocks the very light of the glorious sun, hidden from the rings of god, for it is a cursed place. Despite this there are claims that travellers have been seen climbing from the depths. The superstitious fear these travelers and rarely will ever give them any aid, let alone look at them. For those higher along The Spire they can see far into the skys at the lands beyond, though none would dare try to venture to these places, the surface is formidable and dark. Few scholars have said to have spotted more spires far from where they call home, but this is considered blasphemy. There is one Spire.
Excellent, a world of turmoil, conflict is the fuel for any good story and still hope lies at every corner. Now, let’s turn the page once more. We have more to write.
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