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Anne
There was barely time to scream. Barely time to adjust her fall. To minimise the damage. After the initial few painful seconds, it only got worse. The agony grew and every look she shot to her leg showed her what she had gotten herself into. She cursed her foolishness for attempting the climb now and not in the morning.
She swallowed, trying to memorise what she had seen above all the pain the nerves in her leg were sending her. The time to tell it to the others was not now, but she did not want to forget what she had seen. That would make the fall a vain sacrifice of her own health.
She managed a weak smile at Tamora, but did not try speaking. The only sound, which could have come out would have been a groan...
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