Jane screamed loud and long, her voice lost in the raging wind of ages. it couldn't end this way!

it wouldn't!

the gale buffeted against her, sending her hair whipping and stinging into her eyes. her hands clawed at the rocky surface, her nails probing, searching desperately for a hold, any kind of hold. but no, she was slipping. farther and farther down, towards the gaping jaws of death, and far worse... Lord Horace. her gown, long ago shredded by the sharp uncaring ways of the eastern cliff, fluttered about her legs like so many sparrow wings. she kicked and struggled, fighting for ascent and sanity against this terrible wind....

The End

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