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The creature thrashes the last of its death-throes, then falls silent, Its great bulk all but filling the entrance to the cave. The stench of spilt blood, and the greasy, dirt-encrusted hair that covers its torso, makes your stomach churn. Yet the Egorgh's body is serving a useful purpose. Not only is it keeping the icy cold wind and rain at bay, but any other creature wanting to attack you would have great difficulty entering the cave. Confident that you are unlikely to be disturbed again, you settle down to a much-needed sleep.

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Text copyright © 1988 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1988 Brian Williams.