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/~* A Scroll Tale™ *~\ Choose Your Own Page 19 As I darted towards the passage I expected some type of resistance from my fearsome guards, but the zeta-minuses moved on as if they had never noticed my actions. Immediately I was suspicious, was that bumbling fool Brian capable of having planned to let me escape? Ahead of me I see what seems to be Derek sitting on a stool...
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