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The shriek of the dying Szall is soon echoed by your own death-cry as two crossbow bolts embed themselves in your back.
Your mission and your life end here.
The shriek of the dying Szall is soon echoed by your own death-cry as two crossbow bolts embed themselves in your back.
Your mission and your life end here.
Text copyright © 1984 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1984 Gary Chalk.