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The parapet was weeping.
A crack spiderwebbed beneath my left foot. The ancient mortar, dissolved by a century of autumn rains, gave way. A chunk the size of my fist tumbled into the abyss. I didn’t hear it land.
My fingers caught the far lip of the next stone segment. The wet granite tried to reject my grip, but I held. My shoulders screamed. The muscles in my arms, built only from carrying books and sweeping infirmary floors, tore against my skeleton.
Down. Down into the maw where broken bodies of failed cadets lay like offerings to the dragons nesting in the cliffs above. I saw a glint of bone. A scrap of maroon cloak.
The Unweathered
Don't look down. Looking down is a confession of fear.
I pulled.
“It’s cold,” I lied.
