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You draw the sword just in time to save yourself. The deadly disc is sliced in two on the edge of your golden blade, and the semicircles of twisted steel scream past barely inches from your cheeks. You roll away from the wagon and sprint along a narrow alleyway leading to a bank of dense trees. As you enter the trees, you hear the shouts of the bandits close behind.

If you wish to press on towards the south, turn to 123.

If you want to change direction and head west, turn to 169.

Text copyright © 1985 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1985 Gary Chalk.