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The hows and whys of your hunters finding your trail hardly matter now – your only thought is the gem clenched in your fist and the pounding need to outrun them. Every stride could be your last if you don’t watch where you plant your boots amidst the jagged stones and crumbling earth. One misstep, one twisted ankle, and that glittering prize becomes someone else’s plunder. Keep your eyes sharp as your dagger, your breath burning like forge-fire, and run like every shadow at your heels has teeth.
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