He escaped the room by the window and was standing on the
narrow sill. His shaking legs caused the stone ledge to rock, dislodging a flowerpot,
which vanished into the ravine. He looked down the sheer cliff and gulped. His
sweaty grip felt unsure as he reached towards the next ledge with his big toe,
straining to find the solid stone suspended over the ether. Finding the ledge
more by feel than by dim starlight, he tightened his grip in preparation for
the next step. He slid his foot onto the sill, testing its stability. It seemed
to be stable.
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