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You stare at the bolt, willing it to move. The sound of running footsteps behind you sends a cold shiver down your spine as you realize that the Drakkarim are storming the stairs. Then, slowly, the bolt begins to move. As soon as it clears the bolt-hole, you pull open the stone portal and race through, unaware of what lies beyond.

Turn to 352.

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