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As the knees of the prisoner buckled, she realised too late that something was not quite right... what that something was, she had no time to ascertain.
For before she knew it, her eyelids were closing, the vapours were closing in on her and she found herself half-yawning, half-gasping as she too surrendered to the forces that had bested her.
"Run..."
Soft was her last mutter, and she could only pray that the others, if they had not heard her, would trust their senses that the sight of two collapsing figures would be enough to halt their footsteps...
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