The climb was a fever dream of rough bark and freezing winds. Hours bled into a singular motion—hand over hand, foot over knot. When he finally breached the clouds, the world below vanished into a sea of white wool. Above him lay a kingdom of stone and iron.
One of the magic beans falls through the floorboards and gets soaked by the rain. jack the giant slayer part 1
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