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As again he came up to the northwest tower, Perscors stopped in surprise at seeing Olam limp past him. The Aeon's yellow face scowled in pain as he stumbled into the grove, looking straight ahead and failing to see Perscors.
"It has been too much for old Olam! " declared Perscors. "Here, in my world, usurped by the Archons, the Knowers have no fire of their own to battle the storms of Saklas! But what fresh goblin is this?"