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... ed Soldier, Younger Woman, Tall Man with a Spear, Donovan, Theran, Miriam, and Mikhail fled as fast as their legs could carry them.

Sweat dripped down their brows, their breaths came in ragged gasps, and their faces were masks of fear and desperation.

The air was thick with tension, the weight of their failed assassination attempt hanging over them like a curse.

Scarred Soldier, who had been leading the charge, finally came to a halt, doubling over to catch his breath.

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