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... was a raw, broken sound, like something inside her had snapped. For a second, the world was nothing but that sound and the terrifying, empty space where the carriage had been.
She didn’t think. She didn’t calculate. Her boots skidded on the treacherous, "rotten" lip of the ledge, her fingers clawing at the freezing air as if she could catch the tail of the wind and pull the world back.
"MARIELLE! NO!"
A pair of gauntleted arms slammed into her, the impact hollowing out he ...
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