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The fell creature pins you to the ground and its steely hands tighten like two vices around your throat. Blackness invades the edges of your vision and, although you twist and buck to break free, you feel your strength ebbing away fast. Soon you are too weak to struggle any longer and, reluctantly, you slip away into a sleep from which you will never awaken. Sadly, your life and your quest end here.

Text copyright © 1991 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1991 Brian Williams.