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'Ah! You're in luck, stranger. The dice favour you tonight.' The man staggers drunkenly to his feet and points to an alley in the middle distance where a doorway is just visible in the shadows. 'The city criers live there. They'll tell you the way to Brass Street.'

You nod your thanks and spur your horse along the street towards the darkened doorway.

Turn to 25.

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