The Beast passes by, and we must jump.
I jump well and catch hold of the thick fur along his flank. My sister Mia does not jump so well, and she
falls. I wish that I could have caught
her. I wish that anyone could.
The Wall looms ahead. How many
of us, clinging to his hair and skin, will be shaken off by the impact? And even then, what will we find on the other
side but more Beasts, huge and terrible and indifferent? It is no way to live.
But I will live.
The Beast is gathering speed.
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