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"But I cannot hide forever."
"Very well mother. I will use my cunning and bite my tongue."
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"Allanna."
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The hoofs cut as they hammered him. The beast's legs moved incredibly fast, inflicting half a dozen serious wounds in a span of three heartbeats.
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