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. Luke uttered a
single soft moan but did not stir.
We fell. Down, down, down, like the man said. It was a well, and either
it was very deep or we were falling very slowly. There was twilight all
about us, and I could not discern die walls of the shaft. My head cleared a
bit further, and I knew that it would continue to do so for as long as I
kept control of one variable: Luke. High in the air overhead I heard the
hunting wail once again. It was followed immediately by a strange burbling
sound. Frakir began pulsing softly upon my wrist again, not really telling
me anything I didn't already know. So I silenced her again.
Clearer yet. I began to remember. . . . My assault on the Keep of the
Four Worlds and my recovery of Luke's mother, Jasra. The attack of the
werebeast. My odd visit with Vinta Bayle, who wasn't really what she seemed.
. My dinner in Death Alley. . . . The Dweller, San Francisco, the
crystal cave. . . . Clearer and clearer.
. . . And louder and louder the hunting ,wail of the Fire Angel above
me. It must have made it through the tunnel and be descending now.
Unfortunately, it possessed wings, while all I could do was fall.
I glanced upward. Couldn't make out its form, though. Things seemed
darker up that way than down below. I hoped this was a sign that we were
approaching something in the nature of a light at the end of the tunnel, as
I couldn't think of any other way out
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