The Arch

He pauses in wonder and terror at the final door. It rises taller than a house from Antarctic ice, yet as it gets ever cooler at sunset, he limps into the shadow under the archaic arch.

“I can freeze to death,” he shivers, “or face the Plateau of Leng.”


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