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It, One-Shot

These cliffs, spanning the eastern edge of the island, form its highest point. The only nod towards safety from the jagged rocks below comes in the form of a high chain link fence, which has rusted and weakened over the years; this part of the island was rarely visited by the miners, as the crumbling cliffs held no valuable ores.
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((help))
It didn't allow for space anymore.
It didn't allow for discussion.
It didn't allow for objection.
It stood at the cliffside and waited.
Waited for it to crumble.
Waited for the facade to end.
Waited for the inevitable to take It.
Waited for the only conclusion It knew would occur.
A bullet.
A knife.
A rock.
A fall.
All were the same in the end.
It hadn't died yet.
But wasn't it going to?
Wasn't that certain?
Wasn't everyone so sure of that?
So It tempted fate.
It stood and dared to be struck down.
Its punishment never came.
Fate blinked.
It didn't.
That was all the answer It needed.
((It moves on.))
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