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. "You can't fight
it. It will consume you in the end, as it did me."
Wrenching his gaze from the gray light that was fast
dazzling him with its brilliance, Palin stared around the
conical room. Across from where he stood was a tall, high-
backed chair placed against a tapestry-adorned wall. The
chair's back was carved with various runes and magical
inscriptions, designed - apparently - to protect the mage
who sat there from whatever beings he summoned forth to
do his bidding. The voice seemed to be coming from the
direction of the chair, but Palin could not see anyone sitting
there.
Then, "Paladine have mercy!" the young man cried in
horror.
"Too late, too late," squeaked the voice. "Yes, I am Lord
Gargath. The wretched Lord Gargath! Welcome to my
home."
Seated upon the chair's soft cushion, making a graceful -
if despairing - gesture with its paw, was a hedgehog.
"You may come closer," said Lord Gargath, smoothing
his whiskers with a trembling paw. "Just don't step in the
circle, as you said, young mage."
Keeping carefully outside the boundaries of the flickering
oil lamps, the brothers and Dougan edged their way along
the wall. Above them, the Graygem gleamed softly, its light
growing ever brighter
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