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Cache Los Juicios de la Inquisición hidden by abanazar
Not to be undertaken lightly
United Kingdom (UK) > Gloucestershire, Wiltshire and Bristol/Bath area

With ruthless efficiency and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, BradLad and I attacked the Inquisitor’s puzzle.  Like a learned top cacher, we too fretted over the significance of certain figures but managed to pass the test before further experimental results were provided.  BradLad was then struck down by a pestilence; possibly the lord’s punishment for overindulging in the spirit of Christmas.  A further delay occurred when I transported myself to holy ground on a higher plain.
http://www.geocaching.com/seek/cache_details.aspx?guid=47b5065b-ba44-417c-a85c-572971901236
Finally, we were ready to proceed although I was somewhat fearful of Premature BurialThe blackness of darkness supervened; all sensations appeared swallowed up in a mad rushing descent as of the soul into Hades.  Then silence, and stillness, and night were the universe.
I will not say too much about the challenges of mind and body that followed.  At one stage we took no heed of one the Inquisitor’s icons and, at another, fear prompted us to use an alternative technique to that which had been suggested.  Our perilous journey took almost twice as long as indicated by the Inquisitor but this was in part due to difficulties with some final instructions that are now rectified. 
Eventually we reached it.  I rushed to its deadly brink. I threw my straining vision below. The glare from the enkindled roof illumined its inmost recesses. Yet, for a wild moment, did my spirit refuse to comprehend the meaning of what I saw.  At length it forced—it wrestled its way into my soul—it burned itself in upon my shuddering reason.  Oh! for a voice to speak!—oh! horror!—oh! any horror but this!  An outstretched arm caught my own as I fell, fainting, into the abyss.  It was that of BradLad.  We were safe.
Gracias Inquisidor abanazar.  ¡Feliz año nuevo!


Autor: pljg


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