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Your lightning reactions have saved you from certain death. The deadly disc whistles past, embedding itself deep in a wheel. Rolling clear of the wagon, you sprint along a narrow alleyway leading to a knot of densely packed firs. You reach the trees, but as you dive for cover, you hear the shouts of bandits close behind.

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

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

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