The train was faster than any we’d tried before.

I almost pulled back.

I didn’t.

My feet slipped on the loose rock, and suddenly my legs were sliding forward — right under the edge of the train. Steel passed inches above my shins.

My hands shot up and caught the ladder. Rust bit into my palms. The vibration ran straight up my arms.

I hung there, legs dangling just inches from the tracks, breath gone, the metal alive beneath my grip.

That was the first time the thrill outran my timing.

And the margin disappeared.


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