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‘Heads!’ says Prarg.
You remove your hand to reveal the citadel of Holmgard stamped on the reverse side of the coin.
‘Never mind, Prarg,’ you say, trying hard not to sound too pleased with the way things have turned out. ‘The time’ll soon pass. Wake me in four hours and I’ll take over.’
Prarg gathers his weapons and equipment and, while you are settling yourself down to sleep in the relative comfort of the boat, he climbs to the top of Bear Rock to begin his cold and lonely vigil.
