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... stone pillar.
His knuckles turned white from the effort of keeping them both steady.
Below their feet. The endless abyss seemed to breathe.
A yawning darkness that promised instant elimination if they fell.
The cold wind whipped at Kyle’s face, carrying with it the metallic scent of blood from his wounds.
Every muscle in Kyle’s body screamed in protest.
Across the chasm. Team 3 looked just as battered.
Lyra Silverwind’s usually perfect emer ...
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