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‘I ask no favour and will pay no price,’ you tell the Chaos-master.

‘So be it. But you will never leave this realm until you pay the price.’

There is silence. Where once there were myriad illusions and visions there is now only a vast sea, which stretches endlessly below; multi-coloured, writhing and rolling, it conceals fearsome half-shapes. And there is no horizon.

If you have the Magical Power of Prophecy and wish to use it, turn to 345.

If you do not have this Power, or if you do not wish to use it, turn to 327.