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She jumps for the window hitting the ground with one foot to propell her farther. She was just faster than the dog nearly making it out, but the dog grabbed her ankle. She could feel the teeth start piercing through the leather of her boots and tried not to scream out at the increasing pressure of the bite. She was almost there all she had to do is get her leg free from the clutches of the dog.

With a deep breath and a resolve to take the pain she knew was about to come, Jezirea quickly thrust her leg toward the dog, twisted sideways and yanked. The animal was thrown off balance and her ankle was ripped from his mouth is an excuriating amount of pain.

She knew she wouldn't be getting the record from town hall, but right now that wasn't her concern. Jezirea hobbled down the alley in the shadows away from the window.

Where was she going to go now?
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