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 In the quiet corridor you leap out across the slab, but as your feet leave the safety of the floor you know you will not make it. The forced confinement of the ventilation shaft still has a lingering hold upon your legs, the stiffness not yet gone, your strength failing you as you jump. Landing heavily upon the slab you roll and then half leap again to try and gain the safety of the other side. It is however too late. Your suspicion that the new stonework is some diabolical trap wrought by the Horde is proven correct. The instant you land on the slab a foul greenish gas spews from many holes in both sides of the passage. It is a roiling cloud that clings like grasping fingers to your skin, and there can be no escape from its deadly purpose. The gas does its work quickly, your body stiffens, wracked with pain and uncontrollable spasms. As you hit the floor of the passageway and slide limply into the corridor beyond you are already dead. Here your quest ends. Perhaps in another life Providence will grant you better luck.
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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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