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. I don't know where he is!"
Voices whispered beneath the screams that filled the air, telling
of torture and shattering agony. Gone, Flint thought furiously,
holding onto his anger to warm the ice of fear from his blood.
Gone! And left me here, damn it!
Down the corridor, toward where the gray light straggled in
from some unknown source, he saw a dead torch in an old cresset.
Flint ran for it, found another, and snatched them both up.
Working quickly, he lighted both and shoved one into Riana's
hands.
"Hang onto this," he growled, "and don't let it go out.
Whatever these demons are, they do their filthy work in the dark.
Aye, they had no love for our campfire: they'll keep their distance
from our torches. We're going to look for Tanis. And I've no doubt
that where we find him we'll find your brother and his friend."
Riana grasped her torch with both hands, to steady it. In the
careening shadows Flint's eyes were hard and frightening. "How-
how will we find him?"
Flint shifted his own torch to his left hand and hefted his
battle-axe in his right. "We'll find him," he growled. "Have no
doubt about that, girl. We'll find him." AND WHEN I DO, he
thought, still fanning his anger against his fear, HE'LL BE LUCKY
IF I DON'T KICK HIM FROM HERE TO SOLACE
FORGETTING ME INTO THIS NIGHTMARE!
When they began to find the first bodies, Flint's fury turned to
hollow fear. Riana, weeping openly now, stood rooted in the
corridor, staring at the lifeless husks that had once been the strong
bodies of young men
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