The Kingdoms of Terror

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‘None passin’ by ’ere,’ she says, her voice heavy with a highland accent. ‘Track go t’ top o’ Beacon ’ill an’ no mor’n that.’ You sense that the old woman is telling the truth: the riders have not come this way and the track leads nowhere—it is a dead end. You thank her and bid her farewell before turning around and descending the track.

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