Pain pounded Nick’s head and took a trek down the right side of his body. He was paralyzed, consciousness as elusive as the gulp of water he prayed for.
In the last moments of lucidity, Nick was aware of her presence. The scent of jasmine filled the damp ravine. Her fragrance. He called out, but the hollow sound echoed back at him with a mocking timbre.
Then, for just a moment he felt a shadow fall across his battered body. He forced his eyes open. She was there, and she smiled, a divine goddess offering him a glimpse of salvation.
But she walked away.
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