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Atop the ridge stands a stone tower of imposing grandeur, bare of vermilion lacquer. From its roof hangs a great bell. When the wind passes, it rings out, its sound deep and rolling as thunder. The cliff face is steep in its sheer drop; beams of wood are laid across it as a path, spiraling upward tier upon tier, like a suspended ladder pressed against the wall. Those who ascend make their way along the wood. On one side, a perilous overhang of rock bears down from above; on the other, a sea of clouds churns and surges, stirring heart and soul alike. Where the bell's sound rises, all the mountains answer in echo, and all other sounds fall into silence. When that golden voice rings out once, all the world knows where learning is bound.