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... mmer dancing across its edge. But no matter how far she reached, it kept slipping just beyond her grasp.
Her fingernails scraped the stone. The fan slid further away with a soft clink.
"No... no, no, no—come on!" Isabella gasped, dragging herself forward, her elbow digging into the ground, her body screaming in protest.
A low, wet sound came from behind her—a shuffle of feet and the crunch of gravel under too many legs. She could feel their breath now. Hot. Damp. Reeking ...
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