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."If there are any others," Beckla amended cautiously.There have to be others," Artek replied."All the stories tell how Halaster abducted living things-people and monsters alike-for use in his magical experiments.He had to have some way to bring them down here.And from what you've said, a gate is the only way."Beckla crossed her arms over her white shirt, her expression skeptical."I still say our surest bet is to head upward.But I suppose it wouldn't hurt to look for any gates on the way."That was close enough for Artek."Then it's settled," he said firmly."Darien hasn't beaten us yet.And neither has Undermountain.One way or another, we're going to get out of here."Corin jumped excitedly.The lord had become quite caught up in Artek's stirring speech."Oh, this is going to be positively fun!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.Т had no idea that getting lost could lead to such a marvelous adventure."Artek bit his tongue.Corin would find out soon enough for himself that this was going to be anything but fun.Artek had noticed earlier that there were no doors in the room-at least, none readily apparent to the casual eye.All four walls of the chamber were of solid stone, each covered with a grotesque frieze of tortured souls.But Artek was not going to believe their quest was over before it had even begun.He doubted that even a mad wizard would build a room without a door-what would be the use? Thief s instinct told him that there had to be a way out of the chamber.All they had to do was find it."All right, let's search the walls and floor," Artek told the others."There has to be a hidden door in this room somewhere.Look for anything at all that stands out or seems unusual in some way."He moved to one of the walls and began running his hand over the bas-relief carvings that covered it, searching for any seams or inconsistencies in the stone.Corin and Beckla exchanged unsure looks, then followed suit.Each pored over his or her respective wall, attempting to find any sign of a secret portal.Before long, Artek's head throbbed with concentration.The friezes made it difficult.The intricate relief carvings of writhing bodies could be obscuring something-a crack, a hole, a gap-he might otherwise see.However, there was nothing to do but keep searching.Just when he was beginning to lose hope, Beckla let out an excited whoop."I think I've found something, Artek! There's a thin seam around the neck of one of these carvings.I think the head is some sort of knob.It looks like it could turn."That sounded promising.Artek hurried toward the wizard.That's good, Beckla.But don't touch it yet If the knob is a trigger for a secret door, it could be trapped.We need to check it out before we turn it.""Oh," Beckla replied as she snatched her hand away from the carving."Oops."Artek halted in alarm.The last time Beckla had uttered that word, she had nearly set his hindquarters on fire.He shook his head slowly, staring at her."Please tell me you didn't…"Beckla grinned at him weakly."I did."The wizard gestured to the twisted stone figure on the wall.Its screaming head now pointed backward.Artek lunged forward, reaching out to turn the figure's head back around, but it was too late.There was a hiss of stale air, followed by a low grating sound.The floor vibrated beneath their feet, and the three stared around the room in surprise.At first it was not apparent what was happening-until Corin voiced the truth."Look at the walls!" die nobleman cried.They're closing in!"Artek swore in alarm.The young lord was right.The chamber's two long walls were slowly but inexorably moving inward.Artek gripped the figurine, turning the head back around.It was no use.The trap had been sprung, and the walls continued to close in.Artek guessed they had no more than a few minutes before the slabs met and crushed their bodies to a pulp.The open stone mouths of the writhing damned no longer seemed to be screaming, but laughing."Quick!" Artek shouted over the rumbling.There's got to be another trigger, one that will stop the trap!"Hastily, he began searching one of the walls as it pressed forward.Needing no other inducement besides fear, Corin and Beckla leapt toward the other wall and did the same.As they searched, they were forced to keep stepping backward as the walls closed in.There were fifteen paces between them, then ten, then five.Frantically, Artek kept searching.He felt something brush his back
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