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“Oh, dear,” Palustric said to Lar, “Adam’s head is in a state if he can’t tell dwarves and pixies from men!”
They returned to the hall where the sight of two doors left heartened them, but Adam wasn’t deluded. After failing miserably in the last room, he didn’t doubt that their adversary had something far worse in store for them. He knew that it was all illusion and that his physical well-being wasn’t at risk, but worse, far worse, would be to lose one’s soul and be taken once and for all by Pride. He hesitated before the two remaining doors, and it seemed to him that the room had a life of its own: that the room itself was sneering at them. Adam fought back his angry reaction and swallowed his pride – humility – he told himself, so he turned to Lar, saying in a humbled voice, “You ch
