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. It was coming from the scroll, but
it spread all over his body. By the time he finished reading
them words, it got so bright in my cave that it hurt my eyes
to look at him."
"How long did it last?" Milo Martin asked breathlessly.
"I reckon not more than two or three minutes after he
stopped reading," said the hermit. "Soon as it was gone, he
stands up and heads for the door. He steps outside and
looks around the cave, like he's checking the ground for
footprints or something. 'What are you doing?' I asks him.
'What was that bright light in there?'
" 'They're not here yet,' he says.
" 'Who's not here?' I asks him, but he just comes back
inside and sits by the fire again. That's when I looked at the
scroll he was reading."
"Well? What did it look like?" Martin prompted.
"Nothing," the dwarf answered. "There was nothing on
it at all. Dalamar wrote that list on it this mom-ing!"
The startled shopkeeper dropped the parchment onto the
counter as if it were a hot coal. Then he retrieved it and
studied the writing more carefully. He even held it near a
candle to see if the heat would reveal hidden characters of
any kind. Regardless of the events at the hermit's cave, the
"magic scroll" was now nothing more than a grocery list
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