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. Her eyes locked
onto Flint's.
"I heard it, too." Flint shifted his position to get a better
look down into the pit. The old mine shaft twisted and bent
as it descended. After a few moments his eyes focused on
what he thought must be the earthen floor approximately
thirty feet below. As Flint strained to pick out any addi-
tional details, the noise - a sort of scuffling, he thought -
came again. And a shadow passed below.
Still peering down, Flint asked, "What in the name of
Reorx is that?"
"A killer," Perian replied. "Beyond that, I couldn't say.
And I really don't want to find out. I want to wait for my
hands to stop shaking and then climb back out of here."
"I don't think that's too likely," Flint said, now scanning
the tunnel above. "The sides of this pit are rough but crum-
bling. Trying to climb out is likely to send you plunging
even sooner to the bottom. If we had something to dig hand-
holds with, maybe we could work our way..."
Flint's idea was cut off by a scraping sound from below, as
if something of great bulk was being dragged across damp
rocks. Perian released the root with one hand to clutch
Flint's shoulder instead
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