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Kavin burst through the containment field, the hounds on his heels, close behind. They bayed and howled as they smelled his blood. The Gamez had been rough this year.

He pulled himself up onto the ledge of a nearby building, scraping more skin off his hands and knees in the process. He ran across the ledge, fingertips brushing the sides of the wall to maintain balance.

Jumping from the ledge to barely miss the low wall below was a challenge. He stumbled, and fell, his clothing huddling around him when he landed, rolled, and got up to a crouch.

Breathing heavily, he thought he heard a almost-familiar voice behind him.

“Kavin…is that you?”

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