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At first there is silence. Then a faint squeak grows to a shuddering rumble as the cogs of a hidden counterweight grind into action. The squeal of tortured metal resounds in your ears as the portcullis rises jerkily into the soot-blackened ceiling.

Wasting no time you duck under the rising bars and hurry into the tunnel beyond.

Turn to 277.

Text copyright © 1986 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1986 Gary Chalk.