Shorter fiction: Borin’s fall

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“I should’ve done more to appease the gods,” Borin thought. He was hanging with his head down above a deep cleft. He could see the water of a stream flowing around rocks with jagged edges. The troll holding one of his legs was about to throw him in. “And,” he observed, surprised by his own calm as he was falling down, “why did i order a stupid fruit shake instead of a double espresso macchiato?”

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