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DEVILTY SWORDS AGAINST DEATH SWORDS IN THE MIST SWORDS AGAINST WIZARDY THE SWORDS OF LANKHMAR SWORDS AND ICE MAGIC THE KNIGHT AND KNAVE OF SWORDS THE WANDERER I: THE CLOUD OF HATE Muffled drums beat out a nerve-scratching rhythm, and red lights flickered hypnotically in the underground Temple of Hates, where five thousand ragged worshipers knelt and abased themselves and ecstatically pressed foreheads against the cold and gritty cobbles as the trance took hold and the human venom rose in them. The drumbeat was low. And save for snarls and mewlings, the inner pulsing was inaudible. Yet together they made a hellish vibration which threatened to shake the city and land of Lankhmar and the whole world of Nehwon. Lankhmar had been at peace for many moons, and so the hates were greater. Tonight, furthermore, at a spot halfway
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