CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXHAND IN HAND, we walk toward the Pit. I monitor the pressure of my hand carefully. One minute, I feel like I’m not gripping hard enough, and the next, I’m squeezing too hard. I never used to understand why people bothered to hold hands as they walked, but then he runs one of his fingertips down my palm, and I shiver and understand it completely. “So…” I latch on to the last logical thought I remember. “Four fears.” “Four fears then; four fears now,” he says, nodding. “They haven’t changed, so I keep going in there, but…I still haven’t made any progress.” “You can’t be fearless, remember?” I say. “Because you still care about things. About your life.” “I know.” We walk along the edge of the Pit on a narrow path that leads to the rocks at the bottom of the chasm. I’ve
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