The Art Of Dying
They had no features I could make out, just vaguely humanoid shapes that moved with unsettling fluidity.
"Don't stop," Axel urged. "Keep moving."
We were maybe twenty platforms in when it happened.
Brady was mid jump, crossing from one platform to the next, when the stone beneath his launching foot crumbled. Not the whole platform, just the section where he'd pushed off. But it was enough to throw off his trajectory.
Instead of arcing smoothly across the gap, he tumbled. Spinning out of control, arms flailing as he tried to stabilize himself.
"Brady!" Bree screamed.
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