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You watch apprehensively as he proceeds along the log. Clods of earth fall into the chasm when his feet touch firm ground. Once you see he is safe, you start inching your way across the last few treacherous feet, knowing the support has been weakened. It’s doubly difficult without the sapling, and you raise your arms to balance yourself. When you reach the end of the logs, you lunge across the earth supporting them and fall forward on the ground, exhausted. Turn to page 97