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. Without think-
ing, he closed his eyes and inhaled, his hands coming to rest
on her upper arms. Flint jumped backward abruptly, flus-
tered by his own reaction.
"Uh, Nomscul went down there," Perian said softly over
her shoulder, pointing to the right.
Flint looked around the frawl. "Steps!" he said unhappily.
Indeed, a very narrow stone stairway had been cut into the
granite, curving and twisting downward so that it was im-
possible to tell where the bottom was. Flint followed Perian
down the cramped stairs, counting out of habit.
"Eighty-eight, eight-nine!" he said out loud as his foot hit
the last one. He could hear Perian draw in her breath ahead
of him, and he looked up.
They stood on the threshold of a beautiful natural grotto,
which was dimly lit by some source that Flint could not im-
mediately identify. Though much smaller than the Big Sky
Room, the ceiling of the underground cavern was just as
high. A waterfall cascaded through a crack at the top of the
far right wall, forming a clear pool, which in turn fed a
stream that flowed out under the left wall. White, eyeless
fish frolicked in the cold depths of the pool, disappearing
beneath an overhanging shelf of rock above the water at the
dwarves' approach
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