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. Flint saw no guard
posted on the outside, but one surely supervised the gate
from the inside.
Flint strolled nonchalantly down the road, passing by the
walled yard with scarcely a look, focusing instead on the
ducks hanging so invitingly across the street in the butcher's
window. After twenty or so yards the wall turned a corner.
A narrow alley, no wider than would allow two dwarves
abreast, ran the length of the eastern wall and the opposite
building. Flint continued his unhurried pace until he was out
of sight of Main Street. He covered the last ten yards to the
northeast corner in a sprint, since the sun was dropping
lower. He could not waste another moment of light.
The newly built wall had no toeholds of any kind. Flint
went around the corner to the northern wall, but the stone
continued on for only five feet before the wall joined with
and became Delwar's fifteen-foot-tall barn and blacksmith
shop.
A skinny oak sapling had somehow rooted itself in the
small alley. Flint knew it would not support his weight. He
looked about the alley desperately, and farther down his
eyes came upon a discarded old rain barrel, several of its
slats missing
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