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pyrolisk
%	At first glance around the corner, I thought it was another 
%	cockatrice. I had encountered the wretched creatures two or
%	three times since leaving the open area. I quickly ducked my 
%	head back and considered what to do next. My heart had begun
%	to thump audibly as I patted my pack to make sure I still had 
%	the dead lizards at close reach. A check of my attire showed
%	no obvious holes or damage. I had to keep moving. One deep
%	breath, and a count of three, two, one, and around the corner 
%	I bolted. But it was no cockatrice! I felt a sudden intense 
%	searing of the skin around my face, and flames began to leap
%	from my pack. I tossed it to the ground, and quickly retreated
%	back, around that corner, desperately striving to get out of 
%	its sight.
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