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. There was only one who had THAT power-"
"Yes," said Dalamar irritably, hesitating, his foot upon the first
stair.
"Do not come closer. Master," the eyes warned, though Palin
could see them shining with a lust that brought sudden visions of
cold lips touching his cringing flesh, drinking away his life.
Shuddering, he sagged back against the wall. The warm feeling
was gone, replaced by the chill of this horrible creature, the chill of
death and disappointment. He felt nothing inside now, just empty
and cold. Perhaps I will give it up, it isn't worth it. Palin's head
drooped. Then his father's hand was on his shoulder, his father's
voice echoing his thoughts.
"Come, Palin," Caramon said wearily. 'This has all been for
nothing. Let's go home-"
"Wait!" The gaze of the disembodied eyes shifted from the
dark elf to the two figures that huddled behind him. "Who are
these? One I recognize-"
"Yes," said Caramon, his voice low, "you've seen me before-
"
"His brother," murmured the spectre. "But who is this? The
young one. Him I do NOT know. . . ."
"C'mon, Palin," Caramon said gruffly, casting a fearful glance at
the eyes. "We've got a long journey-"
Caramon's arm encircled Palin's shoulders. The young man felt
his father's gentle urging and tried to turn away. But his gaze was
fixed on the spectre, who was staring at him strangely.
"Wait!" the spectre commanded again, its hollow voice ringing
through the darkness
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