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The half therlera crept up quietly behind the man and in a quick movement brought her well seasoned dagger underneath his throat. " Do stop shouting little man. The ones you seek are long gone by now." Which was a lie, her oddly colored eyes scaned the forest underbrush. They were very close now, very close indeed.
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Not all who wander are lost.
Last edited by Malinka Bansudos; November 2, 2005 at 10:41 AM.
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