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A One-Shot: Dramione
My knuckles were becoming white. I tried not to look down from the cliff as I held on for dear life. I was hanging by the edge of my fingers now, my muscles were vibrating with the effort to hold on. I was searching for somewhere to fasten my footing and maybe try to crawl back up, as I did my foot slipped and the small stones glided down the vertical cliff, and I was left dangling, holding on for my life hoping for some sort of miracle.
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