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✎ chapter nine 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕
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My red converse keep me dangerously close to the edge, rubber soles being sprayed with a salty mist. The flowing water below is far from a contrast to the rest of the forest, both tranquil and bright.
The area is practically dripping in safety hazards, which is exactly why I decided to come alone, rather than dragging along Big Red. Since he'd probably break down into a panic if he saw what I found comfort in.
The bridge I stand on leads to a rundown factory, and as is it unused ── by all besides me, of course ── it is overtaken by weeds that peek out of every crack in the old concrete. The railing in front of me is so rusted, that if I were to actually need it for balance, it may crumble into a million pieces.
