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The boy panted as he sprinted off the packed cobblestone streets of the city so fast into an alleyway the hood of his too large cloak fell off. He pulled the cloak back over his short red hair. He tried to catch his breath as he scanned his surroundings. There were a few barrels. A fence kept him from progressing further. A door leads into the building to the left. His bare feet screamed in pain, but the stomping of approaching horses drove him to hide behind the barrels. He peered between the barrels frightened. He prayed for a miracle, a fleeing childish fantasy that something would intervene in his fate. He ducked his head down listening