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. . ."
A thrill tingled in his blood. Reaching out, Palin took the key
from the spectre and, his hand shaking with fear and excitement,
finally managed to insert the silver key into the ornate silver door
lock.
There was a sharp click. Placing the tips of his five fingers on
the oaken panel, Palin gave a gentle push.
For him, the door opened.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Palm entered the dark laboratory, slowly, exultantly, his body
shaking in excitement. He glanced back to see if Dalamar was
behind him (to gloat a little, if the truth must be told) when the
door slammed shut. There was a click, a snap. Sudden fear assailed
Palin, trapped alone in the darkness. Frantically, he groped for the
silver door handle, his fingers trying desperately to fit the key in
the lock-a key that vanished in his hand.
"Palin!" On the other side of the door, he heard his father's
frantic shout, but it sounded muffled and far away. There was a
scuffling sound outside the door, muttered words of chanting and
then a thud, as though something heavy had struck it.
The thick oaken door shivered, light flared from beneath it.
"Dalamar's cast a spell," Palin said to himself, backing up. The
thud was probably his father's broad shoulder. Nothing happened.
From somewhere behind him, Palin noticed a faint light beginning
to glow in the laboratory. His fear diminished. Shrugging, the
young man turned away
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