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. He also noticed that he
could see his surroundings perfectly whenever he was
wearing the magical lenses.
" 'Glasses of True Seeing,' huh? Now that's some piece of
sorcery!" he exclaimed aloud. "Healing an old dwarf's
eyesight and teaching him to read secret spells all at the
same time!" Lodston could not have known that the
"healing" effects were accidental. The lenses, which some
unknown dwarven wizard had used to fashion the
enchanted spectacles, just happened to have the right angle
of refraction to improve Lodston's failing vision.
The jubilant hermit unbolted the inner door and ran into
the tunnels, following Dalamar's directions to the letter. At
the twelfth step in the fourth passageway, he looked
upward, using the lamplight and his wondrous new glasses
to study the shadows of the ceiling. The small chest was
wedged between the tunnel roof and a loose timber, just as
the parchment had promised. He quickly pried it loose and
scurried back to the antechamber to study his newfound
treasure.
Lodston opened the unlocked lid of the chest and
dumped its contents on the table in the lamplight. Dalamar's
voluminous robe tumbled onto the rough wooden surface,
forming a black cushion for dozens of small parchment
cases and several slender books covered in purple silk and
bound with leather straps
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