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"Wait!" Raistlin paused for breath, color coming back to
his face. "We don't need to run. Look at the Portal, Palin.
Concentrate on it. Think of it as being right in front of you."
"I don't understand-" Palin looked at Raistlin,
confused.
"Concentrate!" the archmage snarled.
The shadow was growing increasingly darker. Looking
at the Portal, Palin tried to do as he was told, but he kept
seeing his father's face, the dragon ripping his uncle's flesh.
. . . The shadow over them grew still darker, darker than
night, dark as his own fear.
"Don't be afraid." His uncle's voice came to him through
the darkness. "Concentrate."
The disciplined training in magic came to Palin's aid.
Thus was he forced to concentrate on the words to a spell.
Closing his eyes, the young man shut everything out-his
fear, his horror, his sorrow-and envisioned the Portal in
his mind, standing directly before him.
"Excellent, young one," came Raistlin's soft voice.
Palin blinked, startled. The Portal was right where he
had envisioned it, just a step or two away.
"Don't hesitate," Raistlin instructed, reading the young
man's mind. "The way back is not difficult, not like coming
through. Go ahead. I can stand on my own. I will follow. . . ."
Palin stepped inside, feeling a slight sensation of dizziness and
a momentary blindness, but it passed quickly. Looking around, he
drew a deep breath of relief and thankfulness
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