More climbing was in store for Lord Tristan. He ascended the steep side of the tower. Hand over hand, he slowly approached the window. His feet had little hold to the jutting stones of the vertical wall. His hands ached. He had reached a dizzying height already. Deep breaths and nerves of steel prevented his fall.
His right hand stretched and grasped the stony window ledge. With the last strength of his arms, he pulled himself to the window. The warm wind at his back dried the sweat on his brow as, with great relief, he entered the castle.
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99 Words is a pet project I started in 2011 when at college. The idea was that I didn't have time for writing, but still had passing fancies, visions, plot ideas, and the like. Instead of tossing them to the wayside, I came up with a plan to turn those notes into little chunkules of text, each 99 words long. This is section is still updated.