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HE COMES FROM THE DARK
HE COMES FROM THE DARK–––––––– "WELL, I'M A KUSHITE!" Conan glared down at the man on the iron rack. "What the devil are you doing on that thing?" Incoherent sounds issued from behind the gag and Conan bent and tore it away, evoking a bellow of fear from the captive; for his action caused the iron ball to lurch down until it nearly touched the broad breast. "Be careful, for Set's sake!" begged Olmec. "What for?" demanded Conan. "Do you think I care what happens to you? I only wish I had time to stay here and watch that chunk of iron grind your guts out. But I'm in a hurry. Where's Valeria?" "Loose me!" urged Olmec. "I will tell you all!" "Tell me first." "Never!" The prince's heavy jaws set stubbornly. "All right." Conan seated himself on a near-by bench. "I'll find her myself, a
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