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Traveling from Silva to Caelus was a bit of a hassle if one was not quite blessed with the ability to fly, as some are; those poor vertically challenged individuals often had to ride the rickety trains or zipline across the gaps and chinks in the mountains in uncomfortable leather harnesses that often threatened to break under duress. Thankfully, this year long plummets to your death were less frequent, as the Council had elected to (finally) station more winged officers around the more generally used lines.
The thought was less comforting than it sounded as Antonio strapped himself into the harness and kicked off the ledge, straightening his body into a streamline as he rappelled across the gap between stations. He kept a tight hold on his connecting line, unsure if it would help or not if, or when, his harness decided to forgo its duty to keep him from splattering on the pavement.
Which is exactly what it did, two seconds later.
Antonio screamed and clung to the line as best as he could, but since he was still hopelessly careening out of control, and the nylon rope was burning a hole in the leather of his glove, and his body was twisting to the point of popping his shoulder out of place, and with all of his weight dangling from one hopelessly failing arm, it wasn’t long before the seared flesh of his fingers were slipping off the ropes and sending him falling.
He screamed again and flailed in the air, clenching his eyes shut as he felt so hopelessly weightless, kicking and grasping desperately for something to cling to like a blind man searching for purchase.
