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Fall | Flight
by Beth
In the night, the mountains are silent. The campfire ricochets off the glaciers like neon and halogens at the entrance of Muder Alley. "I do not believe in demons."
Ducard's fingers wrap around Bruce's wrist before checking his grip on the rope. They're close enough to hear each other's heartbeat. "You should. You're becoming one."
Bruce steps off the ledge into darkness. The rope is a whip, a command, finding purchase where there should be none. In the instant before gravity and legend grip him, a thought flashes through his head.
He can't be a demon.
Demons fall.