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“Right. Six minutes. Hold on, and here.” The sentry dropped a waterskin and melted away. Frix struggled to his feet, took a swig, waited about thirty seconds, then bolted for the town. The water helped a little, but this was truly the last of what was in him. His sprint was loud and messy, and if there were more sentries, he was going to get caught. The one that had left him behind could probably hear it. Too late to think about that now.