It was hard not to stumble - he skidded, but did not fall. Just kept running. Ripper pounded down behind him. The fox did not look back, did not know how close he was. He just kept fleeing. There were many dark corridors and the boy paid no heed to them. He didn’t know his way around, but that didn’t matter to him. As long as he kept in motion, the
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