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Instinctively, you dive and roll, drawing your weapon as you rise again to your feet. Your lightning-fast reactions have saved you from the clutches of a shambling, blunt-nosed monster that preys on unwary pilgrims to this spa. However, it is not deterred, and with a hideous snickering caw, its feral eyes glowing with hatred, it shuffles hungrily towards you.

If you have a bow, turn to 198.

If you do not have a bow, turn to 343.

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