Jerome

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I can feel her hand on my fur, desperately trying to get a grip, before my legs give way and the cliff looms before me.
I fall.
Even me, Jerome Aceti, the quickest, smartest Bacca in the village couldn't avoid this hole.
The wind whistles through my fur and I hear a scream rip free from my throat as the ground below me comes closer and closer. My hands wave wildly in the air as terror takes it's toll and I grasp for anything to grab onto.
Nothing is there but air and I can hear the sickening thump as I hit the ground.

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