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"Get up, ma'am, I can hear you breathing."

The magician stood over the woman, pulled the mimic off her shoulders and, whispering to him not to indulge, covered her with his living cloak.

"Get up, we can't stay here long."

She stirred, very weakly, hesitantly raised herself on her elbows, turning out to be a rather young girl, but by no means a woman. Long resin curls were stained with mud, dry leaves, sand and a few blades of grass got stuck in them, plump scarlet lips on a deathly pale face gave rise to the thought of white fever, but huge and lively emerald eyes swept away any fears. The maiden looked around, saw the work of the magician, took a deep breath ... and then she began to vomit. After a few minutes of excruciating spasms, she lost consciousness. Tobius also looked around, listened to the stillness in his stomach, and thought with sorrow that his heart had hardened after all. And the stomach too.

It turned out the fat man was still alive. His sausage fingers convulsively s
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