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The hiss of the crossbolt surges in your ear as it passes within inches of your skull. Paido leaps to his feet, his jaw agape at the speed with which you reacted to the deadly missile. He shakes his head in disbelief and draws a dagger from his sleeve, hurling it at the dwarf in one fluid movement. It sinks into his black beard and sends him tumbling backwards. He reappears for an instant, trying desperately to dislodge the blade buried deep in his throat with his fingers, but he has suffered a fatal wound. He gurgles his death-cry and drops to the floor, his flailing arms bringing down a shelf full of bottles.

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Text copyright © 1987 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1987 Gary Chalk.