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. Drawing Palin with him, Dalamar
stepped through them.
Searing pain pierced the young man. Clutching his heart, Palin
doubled over with a cry.
Dalamar stopped Caramon's advance with a look. "You cannot
aid him," the dark elf said. "Thus the Dark Queen punishes those
not loyal to her who tread upon this sacred ground. Hold on to me,
Palin. Hold on to me tightly and keep walking. Once we are inside,
this will subside."
Gritting his teeth, Palin did as he was told/moving
forward with halting footsteps, both hands gripping
Dalamar's arm.
It was well the dark elf led him on for, left on his own,
Palin would have fled this place of darkness. Through the
haze of pain, he heard soft words whisper, "Why enter?
Death alone awaits you! Are you anxious to look upon his
grinning face? Turn back, foolish one! Turn back. Nothing
is worth this. . . ." Palin moaned. How could he have been
so blind? Dala-mar had been right . . . the price of ambition
was too high. . . .
'"Courage, Palin . . ." Dalamar's voice blended with the
whispering words.
The Tower was crushing him beneath the weight of its
dark, magical power, pressing the life from his body. Still
Palin kept walking, though he could barely see the stones
beneath his feet through a blood-red film blurring his eyes.
Was this how HE felt when HE first came? Palin asked
himself in agony. But no, of course not. Raistlin had worn
the Black Robes when he first entered the Tower
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