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>You're almost there.
>Your feet feel like they're made of lead, but you keep dragging yourself up. You're practically crawling up the stairs by now.
>You're all but completely exhausted. The illness has already weakened you so much, and the journey here... it's a miracle you're even still alive.
>Medicine hasn't worked, waiting it out hasn't either- your options are about as exhausted as you are.
>Finally, you reach a landing. There's still two more sets ahead, you're so close. Mentally, you push yourself on.
>Just a few more steps. Even if it's on all fours, you have to keep going.
>Your legs buckle.
>There's no catching yourself.
>Cold stone slides under you, and you weakly tumble back to the landing.
>There's nothing left. Your strength is gone. Your body doesn't respond. Is this it?
>Is this how it all ends?
>At least you'd die at her Altar. Someone will find you eventually.
>You close your eyes and silently surrender. Death itself starts to creep in.
"Not yet."
