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For years, I ignored the brooding hulk of Mount Royal at night, pausing only occasionally to contemplate the shape of its silhouette or the glow of the cross atop it. It was only recently that I actually began to venture onto the mountain after dark, well after most park-goers head home, and when the woodsContinue readinghttp://farm4.static.flickr.com/3282/2633476896_66ba95531f.jpg?v=0