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Pain echoed with every step he took up the inclined dirt road.  Even with most his weight resting on the Informer, sweat poured down his brow and trickled into his eyes and the nape under his hood.  Pure uncontained agony ripped at his chest.  But pushing through every thought and every breath he drew was the unyielding anger.  Focusing on the castle at the top of the mountain helped Malik control himself, allowing some sense of discipline to remain. Twice he stumbled  and was caught by the white clad man beside him.  Around him the city of Masyaf appeared to stand still.