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Thrang was dead, but Mazarian
payed little heed. The girl
had fled.

He saw the white form and
took up the chase...

...ignoring the
piteous cries
of Thrang's
three other
prisoners.

The lake lay before him, the
woman's white form in the
still, tideless waters.

Ho girl! It is
I, Mazarian, who
saved you from
Thrang. Come
close, that I
may speak
to you.

Return with me,
and I shall teach
you the secrets of
magic and power!

I hear you well
from here, magician!
If I wanted your secrets,
would I have fled
so far?

Now I go where you
cannot follow!

Mazarian paused as the
girl sank below the waves.

He uttered the charm of
untiring nourishment and
followed...
...Deep in the fey,
emerald light of the
lake of dreams.

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