Chapter 53

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I caught the ledge with one hand as my wand went tumbling downward toward the ground and emitted a purple spark from the tip.

I didn't have time to worry about that at the minute. I was dangling, hundreds of stories from the ground, without a wand.

I had only one hope. One hope that I never knew I would have to ask.

One of the few things I would never have to do again.

"Annabeth!"I screamed

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