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The air away from the bridge was bone-chillingly cold. Just like the air she had spent the whole afternoon in, but just a few moments running through the warmer air of the marketplace with its crush of people, and especially of the club packed with sweaty dancers, had been enough for her to acclimate to that more human temperature.
Now she was back out in the chill fog, and it sucked the breath out of her body. She gasped, drawing in a deep lungful. Her throat felt like it was frosting over, but the chill made its way to her brain, forcing her thoughts to run faster.
She needed that clarity badly. Her jump away from the bridge had taken her too far out into the nothingness but not enough forward towards the floating island, and the gust of air she had bet her life on wasn’t there.
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