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The long and winding road that leads to your tor will never disappear. I've seen this road before.
Behind me, the plains spread out for miles in every direction but for my current path. Ahead of me, a giant ridge sweeping off to my left and right in a nearly perfect circle. The circle was punctuated by little gaps, each of which had a large pile of stones beside it, just as this path did. The gaps, the other roads, were at compass points in some cases, along ley lines in other cases, and in places which we always assumed had some arcane purpose, but about which we just did not know.
This, this set of convoluted paths up and over the giant ridge, was how one entered The Fabled City of Hyperbole (tm). There may have been a time in which it was possible or even common to refer to the place merely as "Hyperbole," but if so, that time had long since faded into memory - even I have a hard time not thinking of it as The Fabled City of Hyperbole every time I think of it at all!
I suppose, though, that why the phrase "even I" might have any meaning is not something you would know, until you've read my tale. Then you will see how closely connected The Fabled City of Hyperbole (tm) and I are. But if you start calling me "The Fabled Hero of Hyperbole," you and I are through - right then and there. I will not be mocked. I just figured I would let you know up front. I will not be mocked.
To be continued later
Behind me, the plains spread out for miles in every direction but for my current path. Ahead of me, a giant ridge sweeping off to my left and right in a nearly perfect circle. The circle was punctuated by little gaps, each of which had a large pile of stones beside it, just as this path did. The gaps, the other roads, were at compass points in some cases, along ley lines in other cases, and in places which we always assumed had some arcane purpose, but about which we just did not know.
This, this set of convoluted paths up and over the giant ridge, was how one entered The Fabled City of Hyperbole (tm). There may have been a time in which it was possible or even common to refer to the place merely as "Hyperbole," but if so, that time had long since faded into memory - even I have a hard time not thinking of it as The Fabled City of Hyperbole every time I think of it at all!
I suppose, though, that why the phrase "even I" might have any meaning is not something you would know, until you've read my tale. Then you will see how closely connected The Fabled City of Hyperbole (tm) and I are. But if you start calling me "The Fabled Hero of Hyperbole," you and I are through - right then and there. I will not be mocked. I just figured I would let you know up front. I will not be mocked.
To be continued later
