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 You cannot say how long you lay unconscious. The fall was brutal in its impact and sprawled upon the cold floor you awaken to the metallic sensation of blood in your mouth. Carefully you raise yourself, testing your limbs and finding that all have survived your ungainly drop onto the hard stone. Your head however, has faired worst of all. Upon your forehead flows the result of a wide gash, blood finding its way into your mouth and ears as you lay still upon the floor. As you try and steady yourself you realise that your life has been spared only by good luck. If your head had hit the ground only slightly more to the side the impact would have killed you and indeed your quest would now be over.
For a short time you recover your senses and do what you can to stem the blood that wells freely from your forehead. Climbing the stone is no longer an option, the blow to your head has left you disoriented and you cannot know how long you have lain unconscious. For all you know your time may well be running out.
With your head clearing you check your equipment and consider what you should do. The metal collar at your throat is a constant reminder of your need to finish your task, and you have no time to spare finding another way around the shimmering wall of light. You will have to trust that Providence is on your side and walk through the stream. It is now your only hope.
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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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