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Untitled Story (Part VIII)

In a snappy manner, Yves took the bag of money and ran for the door. The dwarf was after him but he tripped and fell.
“Run!” He said to Xavier with a smirk on his face and they had vanished.
The day had finally turned into night. It was quite a long road before they had reached an auberge. They had a feast and rested like never before.
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