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Your speedy dispatch of the guards buys you precious time in which to escape from the outpost and disappear among the rocks and crags that line the roadway through the pass. Loudly the alarm bell echoes between the walls of solid rock, its dreadful clang reverberating in your head. You run for more than an hour before the sound fades completely.

Turn to 137.

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