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Fifty-Word Fantasy, Day 18 (HANG)

Hanging by the final rung on the base of the zeppliner’s hull, Serra remembered the many times she had dangled from her gymnasium’s boulder wall. Only this time, there was no mat to break her fall.

Unless…

She prepared to let go, praying that Harris had the hovercar in position.

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