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A Fateful Choice
The passageway was dark when Julian looked at it from the cliff face. But as soon as he stepped within, it lit up. As before, the source of the illumination was impossible to determine, but this time the light was brighter, more inviting, almost like that on a warm Spring day without a cloud in the sky.
For that matter, the chill that had seemed to imbue all of existence within the interminable cavern, or whatever, that they had traversed on Feirhard's hidden bridge vanished, replaced by the sort of comforting warmth that seemed to go hand-in-hand with the light.
Julian hadn't even realized how cold he was, he had become so accustomed to it.
It felt good. Damn good.
He looked around at the smooth but otherwise nondescript walls, exactly as the first cave passag
