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Suddenly the beam began to split, as if a doorway were
opening onto a new yet darker dimension. Peering through
his trembling fingers, Lodston saw moving forms just
inside the opening, monstrous forms with scaly appendages
and tentacles writhing and lurching toward the threshold
produced by Dalamar's scroll.
The dwarf began to moan and crawled toward the door.
Just as he was reaching for the bar, the stout wooden
timbers exploded from some terrible force on the outside.
The blast drove scores of thick splinters into the dwarf's
head and chest and dashed him against the far wall with
such force that he crumpled to the floor in a daze. The
Glasses of True Seeing fell from his face into his lap,
adding natural blindness to the old hermit's stupor. He
could still see the gaping doorway because of the sunlight
outside the entrance. He could also see a bulky figure clad
and cowled in rough wool framed by the shattered sill.
"Idiot! What have you done?"
Dalamar's distinctive accent boomed in the small
chamber.
"Dalamar!" the hermit tried to cry. "Help . . ."
"Quiet, you ignorant fool! I must try to undo what you've
done before the gate widens!"
Blood from several gashes in his head blinded the dwarf
even more
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