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Your shaft clips his neck and rips open a line of chainmail links before arcing over the parapet of the roof. Blood oozes thickly from his wound and the force of the arrow stuns him momentarily, but it does not prevent him from scooping the Lorestones into a small velvet sack, which hangs from his swordbelt. Quickly you shoulder your bow in favour of a hand weapon and rush forward, determined to prevent his escape.

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Text copyright © 1987 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1987 Brian Williams.