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Running…
Tripping, falling…
Get back up! Get back up!
Running…
Don’t look behind.
“Come out, little thief.”
Keep running.
The snarls of hunting dogs.
“I’ll find you. No matter where you run, no matter where you hide, I will find you."
No, no, NO!
Jumping over logs…
“You will regret running. I won’t be as nice this time.”
Stumbling over roots…
I wish Geralt was here.
The snarls were getting fainter.
Keep running, almost there.
The walls surrounding the estate were in view.
No one was waiting at the wall as planned.
No, no, no... Fuck!