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He walked down the crowded street. Step 2 He walked down the crowded street, following the man in the gray cloak. Step 3 Gerran forced his way through the crowds on the street, but even for a man as large and menacing as he, it was slow going. The gray cloaked man seemed to be able to ooze through the crowd without slowing at all. Gerran's frustration grew, since he knew if he lost sight of the man, he would lose the only clue to his sister's location. Gerran finally lost all pretense of civilization and began forcing others in the crowd away from him. Even in these crowds, people were obligingly moving out of his way. In fact, they were doing everything they could to avoid getting anywhere near him. Just as it seemed there was hope, the man in the gray cloak, with the crimson lining, rounded a corner. Rushing to the corner, Gerran looked down the side street. He could not see his quarry any where. He howled his rage, but as he did, he noticed a door, three buildings away from him swinging closed. Was there a deep gray fragment near the bottom as the door closed. Perhaps with a crimson tone within? Gerran trusted his eyes, they had never led him wrong before. He would tear down that house, and the whole of the city if need be, to find his sister.
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