Hardraw Force

Hardraw Force sounds like a place where a battle should happen but there’s no one here to fight. The sky is looming and the water roars, beating itself into an angry exclamation mark. I strip. I’m slow. I dip my toe and the cold closes my eyes. I jump; a steely surge and a kick towards the light. I gulp down air and think of Dominic, then spit him out as I push myself away from the greasy rocks and into the foam that spews over my shoulders, down my back, into an eddy. I’m in a glass, in a witch’s window, in the mountain’s telescope. I am cut by metal air.

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