“Morgan’s eyes focused on the archway holding the number III as he immediately and quickly strode toward it, once again dreaming of pirate treasure or its equivalent in value, feeling that such treasure was no doubt now awaiting him on the other side of the arch. He ignored Mag’s shouted “Wait!” as he stepped to the arch and without hesitation passed through. Suddenly, he heard a growl, a rough sound resembling the rumbling snarl of a large beast, and immediately his world went black.” —Excerpt from “The Soul-Stone”
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