Placeholder: The leader's voice swells with emotion as he continues, his words filled with hope and belief. "Ho! My people! Armed with the sling bow of his great-great-grandfather, my son Harpo, pride of his people, shall embark on this perilous journey. He will ascend the tower, overcoming any obstacle in his path. And when he reaches the top, he shall bestow upon the Fonga grace and good fortune, fulfilling the prophecy that has been passed down through generations!" The crowd erupts into cheers and applau The leader's voice swells with emotion as he continues, his words filled with hope and belief. "Ho! My people! Armed with the sling bow of his great-great-grandfather, my son Harpo, pride of his people, shall embark on this perilous journey. He will ascend the tower, overcoming any obstacle in his path. And when he reaches the top, he shall bestow upon the Fonga grace and good fortune, fulfilling the prophecy that has been passed down through generations!" The crowd erupts into cheers and applau

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The leader's voice swells with emotion as he continues, his words filled with hope and belief. "Ho! My people! Armed with the sling bow of his great-great-grandfather, my son Harpo, pride of his people, shall embark on this perilous journey. He will ascend the tower, overcoming any obstacle in his path. And when he reaches the top, he shall bestow upon the Fonga grace and good fortune, fulfilling the prophecy that has been passed down through generations!" The crowd erupts into cheers and applau

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