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Down a long curving ramp that led into a pit of blackness -- the dungeons could not be far, they lay this way --
He hugged himself into the shadows as a troop of guards went by. They were talking in their hoarse croaking language, and did not peer into the corners of the labyrinth. When they were past, Corun sped on his way.