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But the most vital mission yet
remained

She reached her
feet and set reelingly forth.

T'sain, unheeding of the
surpassing beauty of the
garden, finally entered
Mazarian's manse.

Mazarian's golden haired
vat-thing sat up and
stared as she sought
the dungeon.

T'sain half-walked, half-
fell down the stone
stairs...

She gently lifted Turjan
out of his maze prison...

...and the spell was disrupted
by the touch of the rune at her
wrist.

T'SAIN!

Turjan…You are free...

And Mazarian?

He is dead.

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