“Pull yourself up, Dylan!” Rhiannon shouts. “Oh gods!” My hand flies to cover my mouth, but he loses his grip on the water-slick stone and falls, disappearing from view. The wind and rain steal any sound his body might make in the valley below. They steal the sound of my muffled cry, too.
Gone too soon. No literally author why are you already killing our allies. SLOW DOWN
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