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. The crack was cut slightly at an angle and surrounded
by trees, thus it was almost unnoticeable to the untrained
eye.
Accustomed to living underground, Perian squinted in
pain at the sudden light, made worse by reflections off of
early snow. Even Flint blinked at the brightness, having
grown used to the darkness below in less than a week. A
cold breeze wafted past his face, and the old, familiar sensa-
tion invigorated him.
"I have been to the surface less than a dozen times, but it
has never looked beautiful to me before today," Perian con-
fessed, shielding her eyes with an upraised arm. "The light
hurts my eyes, but I'll grow accustomed soon, because I'm
half Hylar." She laughed. "After years of Pitrick's threats, I
never thought I would be happy about that."
Flint patted her encouragingly on the shoulder; he had the
' feeling that a lot of things would change today. The hill
dwarf knew that they had emerged in the Kharolis range
about a half-day northeast of the tunnel by which he had en-
tered Thorbardin. Climbing up the crest to get a better view,
he looked down at a mountain stream that he presumed had
its origins in the grotto
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