She managed to snag a fiber of rope with her fingernail. “I think I’m making progress.” “Thank God,” he breathed. “I’m not certain I can loosen it without a bit more slack. Is there any way you can press just a bit closer? A few moments, no more. All I need is a half inch.” He made a strangled noise. “If you must, but do it quickly. Otherwise we’re going to move a good seven inches in the wrong direction.” “What?” “Never mind.

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