He sought out high places, even though they terrified him.
He had climbed to the top of a cathedral and looked down at the miniature people beneath him.
Felt the swoop and pull.
He had taken an elevator to the highest floor of a hotel in California, gulped as the doors opened and the city flooded into view.
Felt the swoop and pull.
He had crossed a glass bridge in China, his palms slick and his mind begging him to crawl along the edges.
Felt the swoop and pull.
Hoped he would always be able to ignore the urge.
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