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 With the click of the activated mechanism still ringing in your ears you jump for you life, trying to avoid a swarm of deadly darts that have shot from the wall at your left. You are too slow. Three of the projectiles hit their target, spinning you with the force of their impact and tearing at your flesh as they cut through your chest. In a spray of blood you fall to the hard floor of the Custom's House and lay still. Upon the cold stone you take your last breaths, your only hope now that in a latter life you will be more fortunate. In this life however, your blood steams in the chilled air and in the darkness your quest ends.
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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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Windhammer, Copyright Wayne Densley 2008 All Rights Reserved
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