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Chapter thirteenDust choked up into my nostrils, stung my eyes half-blinding me, scoured in ribbons across my face. Over and over I went hurtling, down and down and down. I really began to think this colossal cleft in the earth went all the way down to the center where the fiery sprites worship their demons of flame, where Imphlor’tain pours rivers of molten lead that hold Kregen’s course steady among the stars they can never see. The dust thinned at last and with streaming eyes I could see below the sullen redness nearing as I fell all askew. Getting a few breaths of dust-free air into my lungs came as a blessed relief. With the relief, fresh alarm, as the unmistakable stink of sulphur, mixed with tar, pitch, and an acrid unfamiliar stench, billowed up, making me visualize the enormity