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Passing along a narrow and low corridor, Guillaume stopped at another iron door. Without looking at Bertrand, he muttered:

He is there.

Bertrand nodded. Guillaume hesitated, but unlocked the door.

Bertrand's eyes met a huge stone hall, in which torches smoked. Water was running down the damp walls in some places. The darkness, which the torches could not illuminate, went forward and upward. The echo of footsteps echoed around, voicing the chilling atmosphere of hopelessness and grave peace that reigned.

Strange," Guillaume muttered. “I thought I was putting out the torches here.

He stepped forward, lighting his way with a torch taken from the wall. Shrugging his shoulders, Bertrand followed him.

Ahead was clearly heard someone muttering and moaning, screaming and howling. Bertrand instinctively put his hand on the hilt, but then he laughed softly. Against the Zhevodan beast, not a sword, but a good club or mortar is needed. Captain Diomele with h
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