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. Step by step, hold by hold, he low-
ered himself down the face of the monolith. Above him,
the enhanced light faded and the spire's peak was only
that - a stone monolith in moonlight.
At the bottom, they gathered around him, the kender
chattering questions, the wizard trying to get a word in,
the Irda kneeling to look closely at his face. She peered,
then pointed at his forehead. Glenshadow bent to look.
On the dwarf's forehead, above the bridge of his nose,
was a red spot, almost the shape and tint of the red
moon.
In the Irda's hut, over mugs of spicy drink, Chane told
them what he had found. He brought out the crystal to
show to them, but when Glenshadow touched it, it
burned his fingers. The kender also had been reaching
for it, but he withdrew his hand quickly at the wizard's
cry of pain.
"I expect you'd better hang on to that," Chess said
prudently.
The two visible moons were ordinary moons again, as
they had been before the omen, but there was a darkness
in the northern sky - an absence of stars where there
should have been stars. The black moon hung there, not
seeming to move, and Glenshadow shuddered when he
looked in that direction. The Irda sat outside her hut,
facing northward, her head thrown back as one who
listens intently.
The lamplight and the sweetnog were soothing
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