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You pull out the book and the entire wall slides aside. To your amazement, you now face a stairway leading down into darkness. From your shirtlet (or whatever they called shirts back
in the dark ages), you remove the torch from the giftshop (see earlier
chapter) and start down the steps. You see a glass case on the wall.
The case has been broken. Above the case are the words:
Just then your torch sputters out. "Oh widdershins," you mutter. "This always happens!" You hear a low, deep growl from far away, in the direction opposite the steps. "Well, forget this hero business!" you exclaim. You head back up the steps. |