CLIFF HANGER

It was life or death. 

Fate had brought him to this wild, inhospitable place.

His survival rested on one decision, to jump or not to jump.

This was a critical moment, for he could live, or he could die.

Jump and he might survive,

but to do nothing and remain here, meant certain death.

Across the valley floor, moving away from him in the distance,

he noticed an irregular column of ant-like orange figures,

slowly ascending the spine of a steep, rocky outcrop.

It was a mountain rescue team accompanied by a bright yellow helicopter.

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