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Weekly Contest #62
You are standing on the edge of the precipice, and there is total darkness beneath your feet. It’s all encompassing, this feeling of leaden sickness. For all you know, you could already be falling. The radio is on in the background but you can hardly hear it, the mindless drone of adverts with happy families and upbeat, chirping pop music. They’re selling, but you aren’t buying. There’s something bigger happening here, and you’re determined to see it through to the end, wherever that may lead you. It’s not that you ever particularly knew...
“Do you have the key?” Charlotte asks me for the second time in ten minutes. She’s been nervous since we woke up this morning, jumpy and even more unsettled than usual. I can’t blame her. I haven’t been feeling great myself. “It’s right here.” I take it out of my pocket and hold it in my palm, fist curling around it, feeling the smooth slide of metal over my skin. I just want to reassure myself that it’s real, and that it’s there. “Are we going to do this, then?” Charlotte bounces on the balls of her feet. The air around us turns to sm...
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