Published at 2304 × 1728 in BOOK #2 CH. 36-40
“What really gets to me is thinking that we’re standing on top of this little ‘hill’ that’s higher than almost
every mountain in North America, and yet we’re still looking up at all these mountains.” White clouds
formed around Ammon’s words.



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