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The Ballad of Mercy May; 0012


the creatures pursuing her are her answer. She has no other choice but to push her already exhausted body onward to the city on the hill.

Surely they will tire, she tells herself, a sharp pain in her side like a knife between her ribs from the effort making it difficult to breathe, and the walled city growing ever so slowly nearer. Surely they will give up the chase.

Alas the monsters are not so accommodating.

However, in a stroke of good fortune, the woman does not need them to be, after all. For, just as she feels her legs



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