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. It reverberated along the chasm,
echoing and amplifying in the stone chamber. Flint closed
his eyes and gritted his teeth against the horrid cry.
Abruptly it ceased. To Flint's horror, what followed was
even worse. A snapping, crunching sound rose from the pit.
Then, as quickly as they had come, the sounds died away.
When Flint opened his eyes, Pitrick was standing scant
feet in front of him. "You have one chance to answer each of
my questions," he hissed. "Fail to satisfy my curiosity and
... I'm sure you can imagine."
Flint saw his chance. Bursting between two of the derro
guards, he clamped his powerful hands around the hunch-
back's throat and both of them tumbled to the ground, roll-
ing to the brink of the pit.
Flint was startled by the strength in Pitrick's shriveled
arms. Madly they wrestled from side to side, Flint's grip
tightening as Pitrick fought to pry his knotted arms loose.
The derro's jagged nails bit into the flesh of Flint's arms until
blood flowed down his wrists and spread across the advis-
er's throat. Flint twisted and rolled across the rock-strewn
floor, inches from the precipice, trying to avoid the guards
who scrambled back and forth in their attempts to separate
the two combatants
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