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‘Welcome to the realm of the impossible, Paradox, land of contradictions!’ booms a voice from overhead. ‘What gift do you seek from the Chaos-master?’

‘I seek a girl; her name is Tanith,’ you cry, ‘and one who is named Oz-na-Mun.’

‘So be it!’ replies the Chaos-master. ‘The bargain is struck. These things you shall have and then you must return to me and make payment.’

Before you can ask the nature of this ‘payment’, you find yourself standing upon firm ground, looking out across a vast quarry of red soil. Your Ethetron lies close at hand. On the other side of the quarry you can see smoke rising from a rough wooden shack. You push the nightmare visions from your brain and head towards the shack.

Turn to 127.