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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: "old man" at least five hundred feet down; that to
right was a burned patch sheer against the rise of the
cliff. We started on the middle way.
There were turns-in where a continuance straight
ahead would require an airship or a coroner; again
turns-out where the direct line would telescope you
against the state of California. These we could make
out by straining our eyes. The horses plunged and
snorted; the buckboard leaped. Fire flashed from
the impact of steel against rock, momentarily blinding
us to what we should see. Always we descended into
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