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. . . .
"No!" Palin cried, realizing in horror that it was sucking
him in as well! Struggling, he fought against it, but the force
was irresistible. Helpless as a babe trying to stop his own
birth, Palin was drawn inside the dazzling light, the writhing
darkness. The dragon's heads shrieked a paean to their Dark
Queen. Their weight crushed Palin's body, then their talons
pulled him apart, limb by limb. Fire burst upon him,
burning his flesh from his bones. Waters swirled over him,
he was drowning. He screamed without sound, though he
could hear his voice. He was dying and he was thankful he
was dying for the pain would end.
His heart burst.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Everything stopped. The light, the pain. . . .
Everything was silent.
Palin opened his eyes. He was lying face down, the Staff of
Magius still clutched in his hand. Opening his eyes, he saw the
light of the staff shining silver, gleaming cold and pure. He felt no
pain, his breathing was relaxed and normal, his heartbeat steady,
his body whole and unharmed. But he wasn't lying on the floor of
the laboratory. He was in sand! Or so it seemed. Glancing around,
slowly rising to his feet, he saw that he was in a strange land-flat,
like a desert, with no distinguishing features of any type. It was
completely empty, barren. The landscape stretched on and on
endlessly as far as he could see. Puzzled, he looked around
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