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The guards scowl and wave their arms fitfully. Then the gate creaks open and a horde of ape-men, brandishing spears and swords with sharp crystal blades, rush forward and surround you. Instinctively you reach for a weapon, but the points of their spears dissuade you from unsheathing it. Reluctantly you raise your hands and allow them to march you into their city under heavy guard.

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