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I sprint as fast as I can to the rock. Brid advances from his side. Zeem quickly catches up and passes me. I’m already out of energy halfway through the clearing, but I force myself to continue. “Faster, Raff!” Brid calls to his friend. Zeem is now nine feet in front of me and probably just a couple in front of Raff. An arrow flashes two inches in front of my face. Zeem is no more than a few feet from the rocks, barely ahead of Raff. Quickly he scales the ten foot rock and snatches the orb.

A Deadly Game to Play  

A short story

A Deadly Game to Play  

A short story

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