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. The sight frightened him in some sub-
conscious fashion with a terror he could not articulate but
that chilled him to his soul.
The warring dwarves in the courtyard watched in amaze-
ment and backed away in fear. The dense trails of smoke,
both white and black, grew larger and larger and began to
coalesce vaguely into the shapes of humanoid heads: a
beautiful, dark-haired human woman with blood red lips
and almond-shaped eyes; and a gray-bearded, fierce-
looking harrn dwarf, his eyes radiating anger. The two
foggy shapes hovered above the brewery.
The clouds writhed together and apart, almost as if in
combat - though an eerie, silent, and ephemeral battle it
was. They grew still larger, filling the sky above the entire
town. At the base of the intermingled black and white
clouds, the amulet and the axe crackled with white hot fire,
an arc of hissing power sizzling between them. The heat
drove Flint still farther back, though he could not avert his
eyes from the spectacle.
Suddenly, there came a terrific rumbling sound, and then
slowly the earth beneath the dwarves' feet began to shake
and tremble
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