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Go!-
Basalt felt his legs moving with a will of their own, and he
found himself half-staggering, half-running toward the
trees.
"Remember, we'll be right behind youl" Dolbin yelled,
and his men broke into laughter again.
Basalt stumbled past the edge of the clearing and barely
avoided tripping on an overgrown log. He rushed forward,
heedless of his path, and more than once crashed into a
shadowy tree or lost his feet in a tangle of creepers. Desper-
ately he wanted to stop and rest, or stop and listen for
sounds of his pursuers, but he knew he could not - if he
stopped, he might never move again. He also knew that he
would never hear anything over the sound of his own lungs
heaving against his bruised ribs or the blood pounding in his
ears.
He ran blindly and nearly senseless, until suddenly the
ground gave way beneath him. He stepped out into nothing,
and silvery blackness rushed past him. Less than a heartbeat
later, Basalt splashed into an ice-cold stream. His throat
wanted to scream even while his mind fought to keep con-
trol. His chest felt as if it were wrapped in iron bands
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