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Chapter 12 by Mister Z Mister Z

Which way?

Right

She hears a thwiping sound as a spray of air-driven darts pass through the space she was in moments before. She risks a glance up. The sun is moving down, ever so slowly. If she can stay on the run for just a while longer... Moving quickly, she heads for…

Where?

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