Every fiber of her being trembled, her mind racing and seemingly ready to burst from the barrage of terrors she was taking in. She couldn't comprehend it, the evil, and she felt the bile building in her throat. Tears blurred her vision, a mercy, but the sounds from those horrific images were still ringing in her ears all around her. "Anina," a voice broke through the torrent. She couldn't understand how she could hear him over the screams. It was calm but it seemed to shake the ground beneath her feet. Gathering the last fragment left of her courage, she squeezed the tears from her eyes and lifted her head. The path beneath her feet was incomprehensibly narrow, barely a hair's width beneath her feet, it felt. "Anina. Eyes on me." There was only patience in that voice, but she knew it was a command that meant life or death. He had already asked so much. This was more than she could handle, more than anyone could handle! Why was he demanding this of h...
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