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6. Rue
6 Rue One second, I’m being towed around insistently by Beck’s soft hands. At the same time, I’m trying to recover from stumbling. My thoughts are a whirling mess. Was that Dryas’s voice? It was, wasn’t it? Where are we going now? Then there’s a loud crack, amplified enough to make my ears ache. Several loud voices nearby shouted, “Gun!” I’m knocked to the floor a second later, with Beck shouting instructions in my ear. “Stay down!” he hisses. “Wait until I tell you to move…” While Beck is presumably distracted, I manage to get my hands up to my face and yank at the blindfold. It comes loose on the second tug. Just that quickly, my world is flooded with light and movement once more. Men are ducking and running away. One man actually hides behind a slave, using her as a human shie
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