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You slide your fingers between the rope and your throat. Though the pressure of your fingers still constrict your breathing, at least you are still able to breathe.

As your feet lift off of the ground your other hand works at the rope with the blade in it's grasp. The rope is thick and you are lifted higher as you struggle to saw through it. The ground seems very distant when you get through the last few strands and begin falling feet first towards the ground.

Your legs buckle a little when you land, but you remain standing despite your jarred knees. You look up into the trees and see the form of a woman leaping from one tree branch to another like stones on a stream.

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