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The ground was at an angle. Loose pebbles moved beneath my feet, and I struggled for a few moments as I tried to find my footing. When I felt like I was no longer about to go sliding, I looked up.
We were on the side of a steep hill covered in loose slate shards. The Archer was about fifteen feet above me. Here and there I could see miniature stone landslides rolling down the mountain. Yes, mountain was a far more accurate word. As I looked past Archer, I could see that this rise of jagged stone went high into the sky. I couldn't make out the summit, it was covered in clouds, but I could make out where the small stones became large boulders. It was so far from where we stood I was really hoping I didn't have to climb up there.
"Do you see where the stones become boulders?" A
