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Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two blurred figures chased and fled like a passing gale, crossing the wasteland, penetrating the dense forest, spanning the mountain gorges, startling countless birds and beasts along the way.
After an unknown duration of stalemate, the pursuer first extended an olive branch:
"How about we call a truce?"
"Sure."
The fugitive readily agreed.
However, instead of slowing down, both parties moved even faster.
"We said ...
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