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Corliss scrambled awkwardly up another steep slope and paused, panting from her exertions. There was an equally steep slope going down the other side into a wide ravine, and then yet another steep slope going up on the far side. She wanted to sob from frustration. There was almost certainly another ravine on the far side of that slope, and then another ravine, another slope…why hadn’t the map shown how rugged this part of the woods was? Each slope seemed to get steeper and steeper. Sooner or later she’d lose her footing and tumble down into one of those ravines and have no strength left to climb out. No one would know what had happened to her, and only her captors would know what had happened to Amy.
She couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t do that to Amy, especially not after gett
