South he went, swift as the wind. Such was his speed that one could have been mistaken for thinking he flew. The steed he had stolen gasped and hissed hardly able to maintain its pace yet still Satomine pushed it forward. So preoccupied with what lay behind him and upon it so that he remained utterly distracted from the path before him. He felt more tha…
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