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Ages ago, she had learned the secret of the pocket di-
mension. She had found a 'back door' into the Prime Ma-
terial Plane. The door's use was limited, and pointless
unless the gate was opened. Now, every time the gate
was activated, the secret signs and wards she had placed
there alerted her to its use. But it always stayed open for
such a horribly short time, and her preparations con-
sumed time. But she knew, as certainly as she loathed
Huma, that at some point, the gate would open and re-
main so long enough for her to intervene.
She knew this and had been patient and ever-
watchful, and now her chance had come to pass.
With astounding speed, Denzil's powerful legs drove
him across the chamber at the top of the tower. Snarling,
the half-orc took a swipe at the kender, who was lunging
for the gateway, and managed to snag the shoulder strap
of Tas's pouch. Intercepted in midair, Tasslehoff crashed
to the ground.
Shaking off his surprise, Tas quickly realized that he
was being dragged back across the dusty floor by the
leather thong.
Reaching up desperately, Tas's fingers closed around
the thong and he gave a powerful tug. The leather strap
broke at a seam. Before Denzil could comprehend what
had happened, Tas was on his hands and knees and was
scrambling toward the mist-shrouded opening. His
arms, head, and shoulders disappeared in the swirling
mist.
To Denzil, it looked as if the top half of the kender's
body had been neatly sliced off, his legs protruding from
a wall of pearl
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