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Doorways and dank side streets flash past, though none offer sanctuary. My clothes plastered to protesting limbs give my hooded pursuit advantage. Stumbling on the sodden ground, sprawling as he towers over me, blade flashing at his waist. He draws his hand across his body, ready for the death blow, then grunts as a shot jerks his body towards me; flailing he lands

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