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As you near the entrance to a shadowy alley, you hear a woman's voice begging in the darkness: 'Alms for a poor widow, young sirs?' A decrepit old woman hobbles into the light, her features harsh, her face haggard and drawn. She repeats her plaintive cry: 'Will you spare a coin for a poor widow's needs?'

If you wish to stop and question her, turn to 265.

If you wish to ignore her and continue on your way, turn to 388.

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