Amulet of the Witch
I ask, knowing that he can’t do it, and he can’t hold onto us to bring him down, either.
“He’s not going down the rope, you are.”
“What?” I exclaim in a whisper. It was a miracle that I got up here, now I was meant to go down a rope without letting go and falling? This was the worst.
“Just go.” He insists. Hesitantly I go to the rope and tug on it with my weight, just checking it could hold me. I look over the edge, it’s much higher looking down than it was looking up. With a deep breath I slowly go over the side, letting myself down one grip at a time. I had wrapped the rope around my ankles a little to give me a bit of a brace, just in case my hands slipped. About halfway down something fl
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