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Post by IDL on Feb 9, 2017 17:25:48 GMT -6
Lydia counted as she ran. Not this door, not this one, this one. She opened a tavern door, nodded at the bartender whom she met recently, and out into an ally. She continued running, ducking under stalls, and getting around people. Truthfully, she had no idea where she was heading to. At the edge of the festival, she slowed down, straining to hear what was going on.
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