To the east, the Lunar Ocean clawed at the cliffs with ceaseless crashers of oily brine. 

        Presently Zaal sat at the slenderest part of the island – the threshold at which the civilized universe ended, and the dangerous territory began.  He reached into his pouch and pulled out a wrinkled parchment map.  Tracing the River of Gloom with his giant claw, he tried to guess the direction in which his son had fled the bloodthirsty knight.

        It was no use.  The roads all ended at the River of Pitch, and Zaal had no idea whether his son was airborne or moving on the ground.  Zaal had seen the Knight Sir Morlique give up the chase.  But as so soon as the dragon-slayer had turned away from the hunt, Sca...

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