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Yevaud
A cry rose up through the fortress, a cry of terror from a throat that had known all too much terror in her lifetime. Instantly recognizing Anarrima's voice behind the cry, Yevaud rushed past Vincent, nearly plowed through Marcos on his way down, barely rolling to the side at the last minute he tumbled down a few steps before regaining his feet and bypassed the last of the guards as he burst into the corridor where the lone remaining guard was trying to catch up to the fleeing cleric who was on her way up.
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