The bridge receded into the fog as Mara plummeted backward into darkness. She strained to scream, but the blast had knocked the wind from her. Her hair whipped across her face, her shirt flapped against her neck as she cut through the air, plunging toward the river.
She squeezed her eyes closed. She just needed more time. More time to learn, more time to help, more time to fight.
More time.
Her arms stiffened, braced in the air.
She stopped falling.
She opened her eyes. Suspended in the air, prone, more than forty feet below the dark underbelly of the bridge, she waved her arms around, trying to grab something. There was nothing within reach.
She remembered to breathe. She gasped in air, choked and coughed. After inhaling, she cleared her eyes and stared upward into the night.
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