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11

The autumn forest smelled of dampness and rotten leaves. Despite the cool weather, Aznar put on only a linen shirt and thin pants. The man walked barefoot, stepping inaudibly like a big cat. The red scythe swayed in time with his steps, slapping him on the back as the markat jumped over the roots of the trees. Deya involuntarily admired these deft, measured movements. And did not notice how they went to the cliff.

"Be careful," the man warned, raising his hand.

The girl came closer and gasped with delight: the slope abruptly went down into a rocky cliff. Fog floated in wisps below, and the splashing of water was heard. Flocks of small birds resembling swallows hovered over it, chasing each other.

-There is a lake, - Aznar explained. - Very cold. And a lot of fish.

The man turned to the girl, ran his hand over her cheek, brushing a strand of hair out of her loose braid. Deya was braiding hastily, and now her hair began to slowly unravel.

Why did you leave the castle? Beria told me.

He
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