The last leg of a
journey is often most precarious, especially on the important trips.
That's when you run
out of gas, twist your ankle, and lose faith. It's the round where the finalist
chokes, the stage at which the pilgrims start eating each other.
Almost there, just
miles of inches to go...
The finish line
reserved for the most determined good or the most relentless evil.
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