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You curse your ill luck. It seems that nature and the Darklords have conspired against you, but it does not shake your determination to reach the King.
Wiping the sticky mud from your clothes, you turn and press on into the forest.
You curse your ill luck. It seems that nature and the Darklords have conspired against you, but it does not shake your determination to reach the King.
Wiping the sticky mud from your clothes, you turn and press on into the forest.
Text copyright © 1984 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1984 Gary Chalk.