The Only One Left

by Riley Sager

I remember the roar of the wind as I stepped onto the terrace. It blew off the ocean in howling gusts that scraped over the cliff before slamming directly into me. Rocked onto my heels, I felt like I was being shoved by an invisible, immovable crowd back toward the mansion.

Okay cruella

terrace. I trip on one and stumble backward into the railing, which hits the small of my back and throws me off-balance. The twist of metal flies from my fingers as I reel wildly. Arms flailing. Heart jittering. My shoulders and head lean beyond the railing, out over the waves crashing far below.

Thats dramatic

“Or Cruella.”

Called it

humdinger

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