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Hard Limit

Sybil Bartel
4.4
(5)
Pages
108
Year
2019
Language
English

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One breath.

That was all I needed.

Air in my lungs so I could exhale through the pain.

Stabbed and broken, my limbs useless, I tried and failed to lift my head. Mosquitoes swarmed, and the sun dropped. My face in the mud, I swore to myself I would not die out here.

Then I heard her voice-angel soft and breathless-and I wondered if I had been kidding myself. I did not have time to figure it out. A small hand landed on my back, and I fisted my bloody knife.

If I was going to die tonight, I was taking someone with me.

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