M. A. Foster

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He’s going to faint!” I tried to shout back at her: “It’s not true: I’m not fainting!” I tried to show them all I was fine, but my feet were slipping. The ground beneath me was shaking. Something was digging its way toward me, and then claws tore out of mud and dug into my flesh and pulled me down into the dark earth.
The White Tiger
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