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. He
fought for air and felt a dozen sharp knives stab him
through the lungs. It was the worst pain he had ever known,
worse than the bums and cuts. He got numbly to his feet,
not daring to breathe again, and staggered forward,
heedless of everything, until he fell over a log. Something
struck his forehead like a hammer, and the world went out.
*****
For a minute, the goblin could not remember what was
going on or why he was even here. All he knew was a
peculiar numbness. Strange images began to filter back to
him, part of some awful dream that ran around and around
in a storm inside his head. He remembered who he was,
but nothing about where he was or what he was doing here.
He lay back, feeling some of the numbness slip away into a
slowly building pain that covered his whole body. He
dreamed that he had bathed in lava and been beaten with
clubs.
I am out in the night in a forest, he thought. There's a big
fire on a hill above me. I should get away from here, but I
don't know where this is or why I'm here.
He started to roll over but didn't, wincing from the
awful pain that started deep in his chest. He slowly began
to remember the kender, then the minotaur and elf
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