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As you continue along the track, the strange trees make you feel uneasy, doubly so because they are totally motionless. Soon you come to a clearing where a large bore-hole has obliterated the path. You decide to investigate the hole and, as you peer into the blackness, you hear a thin, wailing cry far below.

If you wish to shout into the hole, turn to 141.

If you wish to hurry away from the hole and leave the clearing, turn to 138.

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