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. Struggling, fighting for
balance, he got his feet under him and climbed, drawing
himself over the edge of the chasm just as it closed with
stone jaws behind him.
In a bedlam of howling, furnace winds, shattering
stone, and deep, bone-jarring rumbles from beneath the
ground, he lay gasping for breath, then raised stricken eyes
as the nearer mountains to the west began to explode.
Huge boulders rose into the sky like grains of flung
sand, then showered back down onto the slopes, bounding
and rolling downward, bringing other debris with them as
they came.
He struggled upward, dodging and dancing, flinging
himself this way and that as monstrous rock fragments shot
past, shaking the ground with their force. A tumbling
boulder the size of an elven mansion bore down on him, and
he flung himself aside, hugging the ground as it hit,
bounced and sailed over, missing him by inches. He raised
himself and turned to watch it go, and something hit him
from behind - something massive and stone-hard that
smashed against his head, bowling him over. Chaos rang in
his ears, and he saw the hard, shaking ground rise to meet
him . . . then saw nothing more.
Where he fell, shards of stone skidded and bounced,
piling up in drifts around him. After a long time, the stonefalls
slowed and stopped, and a creeping, gurgling torrent of
mud and silt from ravaged slopes above rolled down to bury
the lesser debris. He was not aware of being buried. He
wasn't aware of anything now. The flowing soil found him,
covered him and passed on, and there was nothing there to
see
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