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Scanned by Highroller Proofed more or less by Highroller. Made prettier by use of EBook Design Group Stylesheet. The Age of Ruin by John Faucette. Chapter One Help me. Help me. Jahalazar, came the soft voice. Like silken feathers it eased its way into my brain, rousing me from the depths of sleep. I, Jahalazar of the purple locks, sprang awake, a sinewy arm reaching for Chernac, the Throwing Sword, as I rolled from the bed to alight upon shoeless feet crouched. I raised the steel length of the Throwing Sword before me. Its blade shimmered in the darkness. My toes dug into the turf of the carpet. I stood ready to strike as my purple eyes swept the chamber dimly lit by the rising of the rust-red sun. They rested fleetingly upon the outlines of furniture and statues. They searched out the shadows and reassured me that I was alone. Everything in the chamber was as it should be. No unknown shapes were visible. My ears, usually flat against my broad skull, were' spread wide, gathering in every sound of the premorning night. Again, I heard nothing out of place, nor was anyone yet stirring. The house of Clan Chevy was still asleep. Not even the cooking
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