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The Edge Of The Bridge, by Sealie
Accidently found on sgastoryfinders. It’s dangerous out there, I tell ya! This is how biases you develop to protect yourself from being buried under a MOUNTAIN of fanfiction can also narrow vision and cause you to miss Some Damn Fine Storytelling.
Published: 2011-09-11
Read: 04/14-16/2023
Word Count: 14,390
SumUp: The edge of the bridge’s wooden slats cut into his belly.
Snip: And then a rock slide, or more accurately rock sprinkle, from above. But one flying rock had tapped Sheppard precisely on his temple and he stumbled -- one step, -- two steps -- and fell against the single meagre line of rope that acted as a handrail.
