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... ping against damp cobblestones as angry shouts echoed behind them. Naeria moved with purpose, each turn deliberate, each shortcut clearly mapped in her mind.
Soren followed, shoulder screaming in protest as they vaulted a low wall and cut through an abandoned courtyard.
When they finally paused for breath in the shadow of an old tannery, the guards’ voices had faded to distant echoes. The stink of chemical preservatives masked their scent, while the building’s bulk shielded them ...
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