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The doomed figure's brave struggles only seemed to
amuse Pitrick, who chortled over each frantic scramble as
he toyed with the medallion around his neck. Taking a cue
from their leader, the guards, too, seemed greatly amused
by the Aghar's plight. Flint glanced toward Perian and no-
ticed that she alone was not even watching. Her back was
toward the pit, her eyes fastened on the floor.
Something moving in the darkness below wrenched
Flint's attention back to the grisly drama in the pit. A huge,
black, undefinable shape moved beneath the gully dwarf.
Up from that shape lashed what looked like a living, thrash-
ing rope. It groped upward, striking the Aghar's back, then
quickly encircled his waist.
The gully dwarf shrieked as the thing yanked him back-
ward down the chute. "Nooooooooo!" he bawled, scratch-
ing and grasping desperately at the loose rocks. His frantic
eyes met Flint's for one long, painful moment, then he disap-
peared into the darkness.
The scream that rose from the depths was the sound of
pure, primeval terror
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