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Your psychic defence holds fast and the Elder learns nothing from his attempt to read your mind. Rather than admit to failure, he curses and denounces you as an empty-headed cretin.

With a growl of disdain, he orders you to rejoin the procession and pushes you roughly out of his way as he strides back to his position beside the altar.

Turn to 250.

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