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. Dropping down to his hands and knees, Dougan finally
managed to thrust his head in between Tanin's and Sturm's
legs and peered up, his beard trailing on the polished stone
floor.
"Aye, laddie," he said with a longing sigh. "That's it!
The Graygem of Gargath!"
Hovering in the air, below the very point of the cone,
was a gray-colored jewel. Its shape was impossible to
distinguish, as was it size, for it changed as they stared at it
- first it was round and as big as a man's fist; then it was a
prism as large as a man himself; then it was a cube, no
bigger than a lady's bauble;
then round again. . . . The jewel had been dark when they
entered the room, not even reflecting the light from the
lamps below. But now a soft gray light of its own began to
beam from it.
Palm felt the magic tingle through him. Words to spells
of unbelievable power flooded his mind. His uncle had
been a weakling compared to him! He would rule the
world, the heavens, the Abyss -
"Steady, Little Brother," came a distant voice.
"Hold onto me, Tanin!" Palin gasped, reaching out his
hand to his brother. "Help me fight it!"
"It's no use," came the voice they had heard through the
door, this time sounding sad and resigned
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