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You turn on your heel and walk speedily towards the end of the street, ignoring the officer’s repeated commands to halt. You tell Gildas and his men to get ready to run the moment you reach the corner, but before you arrive there, you hear a shrill whistle and the sound of iron-shod hooves clattering on stone. A glance over your shoulder confirms your fears: the patrol is chasing after you. Gildas points to a narrow alleyway on the opposite side of the street, and upon your command, you sprint towards it.
