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The cone of frost rips into the vines and freezes them in an instant. They become brittle and collapse under your weight. Without hesitation, you sprint across the falling bridge and dive on to the far platform just as the vines completely disintegrate.

You have made it safely across the moat, but you are now lying at Vonotar's feet. He sneers at you and points his crystal rod at your head.

Turn to 252.

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