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The oval door crashes inwards, and a cloud of dust billows out of the hut.
‘I am alone,’ says a voice. ‘You have nothing to fear from me.’
Tightening your grip on your weapon, you cautiously enter the stone hut.
The oval door crashes inwards, and a cloud of dust billows out of the hut.
‘I am alone,’ says a voice. ‘You have nothing to fear from me.’
Tightening your grip on your weapon, you cautiously enter the stone hut.
Text copyright © 1985 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1985 Gary Chalk.