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The sense of vertigo was overwhelming. Rocks like decaying teeth jutted from the sea's swirling mass. The sea itself was a deep blue; cornflower in deep tumult below. It swept over the rocks and onto the cliff itself, striking it with such force that pieces were tumbling down, down into the sea.

A pair of legs dangled over the ocean. These legs were attached to a body, and indeed a head. The head was framed with dark curls and the body was tall and gangly and tanned and doodled over in blue biro.

Eliza looked down. Once again, vertigo overcame her senses. Wincing in anticipation, she shuffled slowly to the edge. Inhaled until her lungs were fit to burst.

Let herself fall.

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