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The cone of frost tears through the vines, freezing them instantly. They become brittle and begin to collapse under your weight. You try to leap to safety but it is too late, for the bridge falls away and you are thrown head first into the moat. The last thing you see is Vonotar's evil sneer as he points his crystal rod at your head.

Your mission and your life end here.

Text copyright © 1984 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1984 Gary Chalk.