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Uzbuk hurried forward toward the strange Slig, but it was heading away from him, and the sudden whiff of a different smell made him stop. He stood panting for a moment, then turned and trotted back. Up a side street - or rather, the main road that this was a side street of - he smelt what seemed to be the usual sort of Slig, and he struck Uzbuk as an unpleasant sort of fellow. Shaking his head, the Sleg turned around once more and ran back the way he had just come.
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