Inteachán weighed up her options.

It was simple.

Move.

Or die.

Gripping the rope with one hand Inteachán reached for her belt and there was a high-pitched sound suddenly filling the shaft with blinding noise deafening bewildering and I don’t know why no one will ever know why but Inteachán pulled out her knife her sharp little knife and cut the rope she really cut the rope but she simply wasn’t strong enough to hold on with one hand she couldn’t hold on how could she and with a simple gasp she

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

fell.

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