[rewritting]
❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
⸻ in which Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover
the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while
facing her brother's enemy...
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THE SUN WAS BURNING UP THERE. The mountains were so high that it was hard to breathe. The clouds began to thicken over the tops of the steep, rocky mountains, like a gloomy fog that hides any hint of hope. A fall would be lethal.
Suddenly, a cold wind began to cool her bare skin. She wrapped her arms around her body to protect herself from the cold and fear.
There was only a huge, unstable bridge connecting one end of the mountain to the other, the end of which was hard to see due to the fog.
Without noticing, she was already walking on the bridge, which trembled with every step and swayed with the power of the wind.
She coughed compulsively until her stomach hurt. Both from the cold and the lack of oxygen at that altitude. It even felt like it was snowing.
Her chin trembled under her purple lips from the cold, and her bones ached. Until she felt blood running all over her body, a metallic liquid trying to warm her skin.
Suddenly, the sun disappeared and a black blanket fell across the sky. A foul-smelling fog hovered, and ashes fluttered around her. The mountains, now shades of dark blue and brown, were covered in vines and creeping roots, huge and covered in a sticky mud.
"Rory!"
Someone called her name. Her weakened heart beat fast. She looked around and saw no one. But the sound was getting louder, as if it was coming closer.
"Rory, please help me!"
The sound came from below. She leaned over the ropes of the bridge and looked down into the deep valley below.
Suddenly, a hand appeared, clutching the edge of the bridge.
A flash of red light exploded in the night sky, allowing her to see the face of someone about to fall. It was Steve. He was on the verge of falling off the bridge and disappearing into the deep valley, the end of which was infinite.
Without thinking, she crouched down and reached out to grab his hand and pull him up onto the bridge.
"C'mon, Steve, give me your hand!"
She screamed, but her vocal chords dared not make a sound. Steve was hurt and struggling. The weight of his body was pulling him down, the result of gravity. He wouldn't last much longer hanging there. His hand was slipping. Her fingers were red with white spots from the effort.
