“He would have climbed out of this place at once, except for his fear of what might follow him to where Star stood shivering. No wonder the child had been terrified into a near coma. She must have known. . . . "Here it is!" cried Khamwas, brushing the reading stand as he swept closer to a wall. "Here it is!" he repeated, then sneezed. The wails of the sunken room were formed entirely of inscribed stones, but the pieces had little commonality beyond that. Some were squared columns, set with one f...ace flush and the other three hidden even now that the stucco had fallen away. A few bore symbols which were not writing at all. One of them was a small block of peridotite, polished smooth before a single diagonal was cut across its coarse crystals. The block had marked the victim's place in a temple of Dyareela. Samlor could not imagine anyone removing it from its original location or being willing to have it close to him thereafter. The Napatan was brushing his left palm across the face of a slab of gray .granite, cleaning it of dust that had settled there after the spell of release.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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