The rock wall flew past. I clawed at it. The climbing harness dug into my thighs and waist, yanked me back. I felt Nick’s dead weight pulling under me. “Don’t let go!” I yelled, but a gust took my voice. I swung out of control.
“Nick!” My momentum carried me over a sharp edge, carving my back and arms. My left shoulder burned. Nick’s weight dragged, taking me into a curved trajectory.
I smacked into the wall, but grabbed a ledge and pulled. My fingers left red smears on the rocks. My feet found a crack for support.
I drew the forbidden symbols before the anchor had a chance to give out.
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