My heart beats heavily in my chest in unison with the thunder of the boots rushing towards me in the woods behind me. Hounds howl at my scent. I stop at the edge. The tattered rope and plank bridge is my only passage to safety. The mist hides the depth of the chasm from me. Flames from the torches bounce closer and closer. Without another choice, I take my first step. The bridge groans and trembles at my weight. I take a deep breath and focus on the tree at the other side standing in the haze that surrounds everything.

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