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A short story by

Kal-El Bogdanove

The climb down was a blur of skidding and scrambling. The spire side of the Anvil was less steep, but Rin was fading by then, and seeing things she knew could not be there.

She fell the last few meters to level ground—

—and darkness took her.

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