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. "Justarius?
Has he dared set foot in my Tower without my permission-"
"No, Master," said the spectre, floating into the room. Its chill
gaze went to Palin. Slowly it approached the young mage, its
fleshless hand outstretched. Caramon moved swiftly to stand in
front of his son.
"No, Father," said Palin firmly, putting a restraining hand on
his father's sword-arm. "Stand aside. It means me no harm. What
is it you have for me?" the young mage asked the spectre, who
came to a halt only inches from him.
In answer, the fleshless hand traced an arcane symbol in
the air. The Staff of Magius appeared, held fast in the
skeletal fingers.
Caramon gasped and took a step backward. Dala-mar
regarded the spectre coldly. "You have failed in your
duties!" The dark elf's voice rose in anger. "By our Dark
Queen, I will send you to the eternal torment of the Abyss
for this-"
"I have not failed in my duty," the guardian replied, its
hollow tone reminding Palin fearfully of the realm he had
entered-if only in illusion. 'The door to the laboratory
remains locked and spellbound. The key is here, as you can
see." The Guardian held out its other hand, showing a silver
key lying in the bony palm. "All is as it was, undisturbed.
No living being has entered."
"Then who-" Dalamar began in fury. Suddenly, his
voice dropped, his face went ashen. "No living being . . ."
Shaken, the dark elf sank back into his seat, staring at the
staff with wide eyes
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