26. ‘What Are You Doing?!’
‘What Are You Doing?!’
an angry, familiar voice asked,
as I fell unceremoniously backward
onto the ground.
I looked up to see the ferryman’s face,
his dark eyes blazing with fury,
his hand still clenched around my wrist.
But before I could answer
his voice rose again.
‘No Godling has ever drank from that river
and lived to tell the tale!’
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