The Artefact of Seth.
Prologue
There I was running for my life again. This time I knew I would not make it out alive if they caught me. I took a right turn and hid behind some shrubbery. Soon after they ran past me. I got up and took the thing out of my pocket. How could something this small be of such great importance? There is no time to stay here. I should escape this place as soon as I can. Which way was out?
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