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I can’t do it again. I just can’t. I know I must not look down, but my eyes betray me. Then my heart seizes, and I remember the very first tumble I took down the cliff. Even writing about it leaves me in a cold sweat. How am I meant to advance the noble cause of human knowledge when I’m such a craven? Perhaps I should write to Monsieur Heron. Then again, he may not give a coward like me the time of day.