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Chapter fourteen
Chapter fourteen Muruaa speaksStark naked, weaponless, and with a thump on the head that left me dizzy and half senseless, I struggled to open my eyes to find out where on Kregen I had been flung. I could hear shrieking and screaming. That was normal enough. Also I could hear a strange hissing sizzling, as though a thousand giant vosk steaks fried upon Notor Kanli’s forge. That was odd. Someone crashed into me and knocked me flat. The air was warm — very warm. Even as I scrabbled around with those damned bells of Beng-Kishi clamoring in my skull the heat increased with throat-drying speed. I managed to get an eye unglued and peered about on a scene of terror and panic. The rumblings of hell shook the ground. Sulfur stank. An exquisite girl with long lithe legs ran toward me, scream
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