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Why you are wandering around in this old mine escapes you. For a moment you stand at the junction of the two tunnels and consider what benefit may come from continuing to search for the source of the noises. It takes only a moment to realise that your curiosity has sent you on a futile search for something that may lead you into mortal danger. It is now time to cut your losses and get back on your way.
Turning up the right tunnel you follow its twisting path back towards the junction of passages that lies just below the main mine entrance. To your surprise you find that you have emerged from the central tunnel and you are much dirtier for the journey, smoke and ash having clung to your arms and face, your clothing veiled in the same greyish tinge. In a bucket to your right you find a small amount of water which you use to clean your face and hands.
It is as you go about this task that you hear an appalling moan emanate from the right tunnel. The moan rises and then falls away, a sound so full of pain and sorrow that it freezes you in your tracks, leaving you shaken and ready to flee this accursed hole in the ground. Ahead the bright glow of daylight shines in from the mine entrance. It is the only reason you need to turn on your heels and make your way back out onto the plains. Emerging into daylight you look anxiously for your horse. Luckily she has stayed close and a short whistle is all that is required to bring her to your side.
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This book, and its associated books and other documents in the Chronicles of Arborell series are the intellectual property of the author, Wayne F Densley, and all rights are reserved by him. Windhammer is best viewed at 1024 x 768 resolution. Any questions regarding the Chronicles of Arborell can be answered by emailing the author at densleyw@shoal.net.au
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