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. The monster's hands completely encir-
cled her, binding her arms to her sides so that all she
could move was her head and her feet. The pressure of
the thing's grip was crushing. Jilian fought desperately
just to breathe, and her spinning mind registered spiral
after spiral of descending tunnel, its walls echoing to the
thud of the creature's feet.
After a time, the girl twisted her head around, trying
to get her teeth into a huge thumb. The thing glanced
down at her, saw what she was trying to do, and chuck-
led, a deep, evil rumble of mirth. It shifted its grip
slightly and increased the pressure. Jilian felt as though
her ribs were breaking. Ogre, she thought. This is an
ogre! Maybe the same ogre that has a grudge against
Chane. Maybe it's doing this to get even with him... or
maybe to lure him into a trap!
Jilian made herself hold very still. After she pretended
to go limp, the creature's grip eased slightly. There was a
little more light now, and she could see that the tunnel
widened out, then widened again, becoming a vaulted
cavern twenty or thirty feet across.
A staging area, she thought. Whatever dwarves had
delved this place, in some bygone time, had crafted a ca-
vern here -- a place to store and sort things to be carried
up or down the spiral shaft. A resting place. She had seen
such places in Thorbardin. Dim marks on the floor might
even have been the bases of ancient cable-track, though
there was no hardware in the place now
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