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 Carefully you test the old rope and feel it give way, its fibres pulling apart easily in your hands. For a moment you consider your alternatives but you have no rope of your own, and therefore no way of being able to draw any water to the surface.
"Sorry Pallenten," you say quietly, "water will have to wait."
The horse shakes her head and pulls against her tethers. She seems only interested in leaving and it is a good idea. There is nothing to be gained by staying.
As you make ready to leave the wind rises in a sudden squall, a hard buffeting gale that sends debris flying across the small market square. Pulling your travel cloak tighter to ward against the cold you turn your eyes from the direction of the winds and move towards Pallenten, dropping the bucket and rope as you go. Suddenly from within the bluster a moan rises from the mouth of the well. It is low and mournful but loud and clear nonetheless. Startled by the almost human cry in a place so desolate you step back and look carefully around you. Even Pallenten seems shaken by the intrusion and you move all the quicker to her side.
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The storm is approaching. Will you move on? If this is your choice turn to section 455. If you cannot leave without first having a closer look at the well turn to section 488.
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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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