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 The pewter mug hits the floor and bounces into the far corner where the liquid drains out onto the dust covered stone. As you do a final sweep of the room, carefully checking that you have missed nothing of importance, you can't help but notice the way the liquid is eating into the bare rock. Only the Fates could know what such a vile concoction must have been doing to the Hordim.
Reaching the door in the northern wall you stand for a moment and listen to the sounds that come from beyond. They seem to be receding so you carefully place your shoulder against its timbers and attempt to push the door. The door is heavy but unlocked, and it opens easily. Leaving the Armoury behind you enter a further passageway that leads north. Without hesitation you move on.
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This book, and its associated books and other documents in the Chronicles of Arborell series are the intellectual property of the author, Wayne F Densley, and all rights are reserved by him. Windhammer is best viewed at 1024 x 768 resolution. Any questions regarding the Chronicles of Arborell can be answered by emailing the author at densleyw@shoal.net.au
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