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"If there's even the slightest trick..." - I whispered, growing increasingly angry...
How foolish they are... There was clearly an elf here... and he was clearly heading towards the center... I ran forward... The first fork in the road... okay... my intuition told me the way, and I rushed on... Now I'm closer... there are fewer smells (here, I could clearly smell the prisoners and the smell I smelled when they brought me here... harpies)... I rushed forward... The center is already close... But then I see...
Well, then I can't be held responsible... even more enraged... I push off one wall... then the other... again from the first... This is how I reached the top, fortunately the wall wasn't high...(just like the Prince)...
Again, I turned my gaze to the elf, and now I smiled... After that, I turned my gaze to the center and saw the key I needed... I slowly walked along the wall (it was quite thick)... jumped to the other side, and slowly approached the center...
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...
