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13.1
After we crossed the bridge, another obstacle tested my courage. The bridge only connected to the side of the other cliff, only giving a small space to stand after crossing the bridge. Then the only way up to a stable ground was through the narrow pathway stuck on the wall. It was so narrow that you have to walk sideways and pray.
The best part? It doesn’t have safety railings or nets to catch you if you fall to your death!
Ok! I give up! Just leave me here!
Vaughn took the hint of my surrender, so he pushed me to the narrow pathway and blocked me from going back to the small safe space.
3RD PERSON’S POV:
Vaughn and Maisie weren’t even halfway through their journey up the cliff, but Maisie continued shouting while passing the narrow path. She held to the wall with her dear life while she walked like an awkward crab with trembling limbs and her bottom stuck out, as if she were stuck midway
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