Little things - Demonshorne
In the final hours, Jevediah learned that it was the little things that really mattered. The quiet moments, wormed deep down into a crack between a large boulder and a cliff face, where he could catch his breath, let his pulse slow down, and actually believe - if only briefly - that he was going to survive to see another sunset. The feel of cool air evaporating the sweat on his face, and in his hair, as he scrambled to keep from losing control of his descent along a crumbling rock face...
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