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That humiliating sound, I didn’t remember making it.  Yet I apparently gave a shrill scream as I went over the rail.

I heard the clockwork owl hoot loudly as my feet lost their tenuous contact with the unexpectedly slippery deck.

My arm was briefly caught between the carved balusters, but one of the posts broke.  As my body jerked down, I was able to grab onto another slim post.

Source: The Delta Pearl, 7 — Catch – Teagan’s Books