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482

The impossibly thin line of blue glimmers before you, a strange flickering beam the like of which you have not seen before. Something tells you there is danger here, but you cannot afford such an oddity to cause you delay. Quickly you pull the small bag of flour from your pack and take a handful of the fine powder. Standing back you lightly sprinkle the flour across the beam and watch as it makes contact. Instantly the powder pops and crackles, each particle burning within the embrace of the light. Frowning slightly you pour more of the flour across the beam, and take a step back as the strange incandescence hunts out the particles, consuming everything it touches. In the gloom you stand for a moment and consider the cunning artifice of the device, but as you watch you discover that there is much more here than this single beam. Within the cloud of powder you see illuminated a web of glimmering lights, criss-crossing the stairway for some distance ahead, flashing in the shadows with each ephemeral touch of the flour. You have little doubt that if you had chosen to disregard the beam you would now be dead.
Stooping low you follow the beam to its source and find protruding from the wall a narrow metal tube. It is from this device that the light emanates. For a moment you look back down the steps and search the darkness for any sign you are being followed. You can hear nothing, but you know that you cannot afford to tarry here any longer. Quickly you take your sword from its sheathe and use the pommel to hammer the metal tube flat. Immediately the light falters and then winks out. Again you throw a small amount of the flour out into the stairway ahead and this time see nothing. As sure as you can be that the danger has passed, you place the remains of your flour back into your pack and re-shoulder your equipment. It is time to move on.

Turn to section 59.


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