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. Like a cloud covering
the sun, the wings cast a chill of fear over his soul. He started to
speak again, but at that moment glanced back at Raistlin.
His uncle's eyes appeared to be closed, but Palin caught a slit
of gold gleaming beneath the lids, like the eyes of a snake. Biting
his lower lip, the young man turned hastily away. Taking hold of
the staff, he used its light to search the laboratory for that which
his uncle had requested.
Dressed once more in soft black velvet robes, Raistlin stood
before the Portal, sipping a glass of elven wine that Palin had
discovered in a carafe far back in a corner of the laboratory. The
shadow over the land within had now grown so dark that it seemed
night had fallen over the Abyss. But no stars shown, no moons lit
that dread darkness. The wall was the only object visible, and it
glowed with its own, horrid light. Raistlin stared at it, his face
grim, his eyes haunted by pain.
"Thus she reminds me of what will happen should she catch me,
Palin," he said softly. "But, no. I am not going back." Looking
around, the archmage glanced at the young man. Raistlin's eyes
glittered within the depths of his black hood. "I had twenty-five
years to consider my mistakes. Twenty-five years of unbearable
agony, of endless torment. . . . My only joy, the only thing that
gave me strength to meet each mom-ing's torture was the shadow
of you I saw in my mind
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