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 Staggering forward against the effects of the ash and heat you are becoming desperate. The air is thick with the smell of sulphur and a heavy layer of black filth is settling upon you. You dare not open your mouth for what you may breathe in.
Through the swirling veils of soot and ash the blackness is almost complete. Looking about you find it difficult to keep a clear sense of direction, then your torch sputters and fails, completely smothered by the choking ash. Now you are in deep trouble however there is no way you can stop. Moving forward you feel your way by touch alone, one hand outstretched before you, the other holding the cloth firmly over your mouth and nose. You are not sure but you think that in the distance there may be a dull red glow.
When the passage turns to the north you are unaware of it until you walk into the wall at the turn. Unable to see the change in direction you hit the hard stone and fall backwards, a thick cloud of ash rising from your stumble. Choking in great spasms you almost pass out, but somehow manage to regain your sense of direction and lurch northwards. Now you are fighting for breath with every heave of your lungs. What keeps you going is the dull red glow that, with the turning of the passage, has become a distinct arch of light. Fighting for breath, and with nowhere else to go you stagger towards it.
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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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