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the foot of the31
in the midst of23
the head of the22
the heart of ahriman22
the edge of the22
at the foot of21
the teeth of gwahlur20
at the other end19
at the head of18
on the other side18
for the first time17
it was as if17
conan shook his head16
he shook his head16
the man on the15
the people of the14
the rest of the14
and there was a13
at the sight of13
a few moments later12
the mouth of the12
the other side of11
extensive research did not11
on this publication was11
copyright on this publication11
research did not uncover11
uncover any evidence that11
did not uncover any11
this publication was renewed11
any evidence that the11
not uncover any evidence11
evidence that the u11
it was in the11
etext was first published10
but he did not10
the walls of the10
but there was no10
was first published in10
a chief of the10
i do not know10
this etext was first10
there was no sound10
in his right hand10
before he could strike10
at the back of10
the king of aquilonia9
of the black seers9
she shook her head9
as if he had9
published in weird tales9
the man in the9
the sight of the9
first published in weird9
in the direction of9
other side of the9
the direction of the9
lifted his head and8
he did not know8
the back of his8
between him and the8
a man in a8
through which he had8
house of aram baksh8
the light of the8
from time to time8
he could not tell8
the rim of the8
from side to side8
it was not a8
the devil are you8
that it was not8
up and down the8
the house of aram8
of the black lotus8
of the black coast8
the center of the7
up out of the7
which he had entered7
like that of a7
in the center of7
the midst of the7
the shadows of the7
the body of the7
was as if a7
in the days of7
chief of the afghulis7
in the dim light7
deeper and deeper into7
of the inland sea7
he glanced at the7
but before he could7
and deeper into the7
the king of nemedia7
of the red brotherhood7
like those of a7
the first time in7
door at the other7
the sweep of the7
the end of the7
between them and the6
the lands of shem6
he was clad in6
far to the south6
that led to the6
the side of the6
this side of the6
that he could not6
will of the gods6
in the form of6
he was aware of6
the shadow of the6
out of his eyes6
there was no sign6
the man he had6
the other end of6
the descendants of the6
the face of the6
from the rest of6
to the south of6
the silence of the6
queen of the black6
the eyes of the6
in the hands of6
in the house of6
the sea of vilayet6
the middle of the6
somewhere ahead of him6
but it was a6
the man who had6
the men in the6
conan did not hesitate6
as he did so6
an instant later he6
into the hands of6
at the same time6
he could see the6
at the edge of6
the bones of the6
the valley of lions6
in spite of her6
he stared at the6
the eyes of a5
the throne of aquilonia5
in the old days5
did not seem to5
the door that opened5
the dust of the5
was no sign of5
it might have been5
on either side of5
few moments later they5
to do his bidding5
other end of the5
might have been a5
as he stared at5
there was but one5
the curve of the5
the chamber of the5
side of the river5
shrugged his shoulders and5
it had been a5
in an instant the5
on the edge of5
to the left of5
in the eyes of5
as if they had5
the left of the5
that he was not5
glanced back at the5
he said at last5
out of the woods5
naked but for a5
all the strength of5
the form of a5
the will of the5
his teeth in a5
at the end of5
the faces of the5
it was only a5
the body of a5
way he had come5
is one of the5
the glow of the5
to the foot of5
the people of xuchotl5
as if it had5
the ancient kingdom of5
to right and left5
there was no doubt5
the fall of the5
the remnants of the5
made no attempt to5
he lifted his head5
the way he had5
like the eyes of5
of the black circle5
the next instant the5
on the shores of5
out of sight of5
valeria of the red5
the fire of his5
sword in his hand5
on the opposite side5
and there was no5
in an instant he5
walls and towers of5
the queen of the5
was a tall man5
off from the rest5
people of the city5
find the heart of5
was aware of a5
in spite of his5
with his left hand5
door through which he5
was that of a5
he could not guess4
with the speed of4
his arms and legs4
the breast of the4
realized that it was4
the feet of the4
the summit of the4
in the great square4
men in the fort4
on the throne of4
again and yet again4
a giant figure in4
turned his attention to4
craned his neck to4
the demons of the4
that opened into the4
the rest of us4
i thought i heard4
of the priests of4
that might have been4
chief of the zuagirs4
he did not fear4
as that of a4
in spite of the4
on this side of4
the wall behind the4
the crown of aquilonia4
of the thurian continent4
was no doubt that4
he was in the4
with all the strength4
about him and the4
the shores of the4
the captain of the4
in the uncertain light4
the south of the4
was not on the4
with the aid of4
and his eyes were4
the full extent of4
for a hundred years4
the sound of the4
though he did not4
the king of keshan4
and he knew that4
of a man in4
the glint of the4
all the power of4
side of the valley4
in the shadow of4
on the western side4
of sight of the4
his back to the4
the door through which4
a sigh of relief4
he had seen in4
the black seers of4
one of them was4
the crest of the4
the midst of a4
giant figure in black4
on the other hand4
he came of a4
could not be sure4
of the teeth of4
with bows in their4
glance over his shoulder4
man on the floor4
his voice was like4
as if she had4
his sword in his4
her in his arms4
we do not know4
and behind them the4
each side of the4
that glistened in the4
but there is a4
in the darkness before4
ancient kingdom of hyperborea4
covered with black velvet4
and then the cimmerian4
the roar of the4
part of the city4
he was a tall4
the temple of asura4
the top of the4
of the man he4
if they had been4
in the mouth of4
to see that the4
to one of the4
the chief of the4
the star of khorala4
her to her feet4
out of the past4
into the saddle and4
he knew they were4
up to a sitting4
the mystery of the4
in the chamber of4
no more noise than4
the river in a4
hand on his hilt4
the priests of asura4
that he had been4
but there was a4
of flesh and blood4
the path of the4
the ruins of the4
went to his knees4
did not know whether4
on each side of4
if she had been4
out of the black4
the heads of the4
it was not the4
stared down into the4
they had come into4
the walls and towers4
and a green turban4
he had entered the4
with a burst of4
the mouth of a4
he heard the sound4
against a background of4
the head of a4
cross the river and4
out of the shadows4
shook his head and4
and it did not4
in her dark eyes4
he had never seen4
voice was like the4
there was blood on4
there was a sound4
out of the east4
and was about to4
and as he did4
bows in their hands4
the edges of the4
was one of the4
far to the north4
within reach of the4
on the breast of4
when i was a4
the temple of mitra4
the bodies of the4
the house of servio4
to the edge of4
as well as the4
out of the chamber4
silence reigned over the4
he caught her wrist4
he was in a4
of the people of4
his voice trailed away4
of the king of4
he believed that the4
far to the east4
but he had not4
from the lips of4
the deck of the4
the impact of the4
the priests of keshan4
a great gray wolf4
it was too late4
like a man in4
in the valley of4
rest of the world4
of the great hall4
the castle of the4
and in the midst4
man and a woman3
and drew his sword3
the feel of the3
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in any of the3
he was standing on3
in the south tower3
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to the edge and3
just in time to3
to carry out his3
extremity of the inland3
the hands of the3
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the life of a3
way out of the3
a heavy hand on3
cavern below the temple3
back the way he3
galvanized by a sound3
the skull on the3
they did not speak3
conan glared at her3
the bolt on the3
way through the throng3
she said at last3
like a living thing3
are you talking about3
the armies of keshan3
i will be merciful3
a few feet in3
the shape of a3
the woman on the3
he glanced down at3
of the old dynasty3
the men who had3
into the water and3
went up from the3
found himself in a3
a follower of asura3
did you know that3
between his clenched teeth3
either side of the3
like a wild beast3
of the hills that3
to the devil with3
the return of the3
did not at once3
came out into a3
arm about her waist3
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xaltotun shook his head3
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fall of the cliffs3
my leave to go3
black seers of yimsha3
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heart of my kingdom3
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the cimmerian and the3
the news of the3
to a sitting posture3
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half a dozen men3
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a note of hysteria3
to the door and3
when he heard a3
of the rest of3
part of the palace3
the appearance of the3
of the black corsairs3
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looked down into the3
from his teeth in3
a man who has3
about his massive neck3
to follow the priests3
out of the darkness3
and went to his3
do you want me3
lips were drawn back3
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shook his head impatiently3
the command of the3
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in front of him3
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the door at the3
not look at the3
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with the news that3
to the giant cimmerian3
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instant later he was3
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hurled his ax with3
you died at valkia3
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back against the wall3
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figure in black armor3
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that it had been3
rest of the city3
the opening of the3
take to the woods3
a girl of the3
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the stroke of a3
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way they had come3
man in the green3
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the shoulders of a3
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eastern shores of the3
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western side of the3
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shores of lake zuad3
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his hands and feet3
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the teeth of the3
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at the mouth of3
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the corpse of the3
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them out of the3
i do not wish3
the flight of their3
the strength of his3
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the spot where the3
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the great bronze door3
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edge of the cliff3
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the ears of the3
conan was aware of3
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sword at his hip3
one of the irakzai3
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the western side of3
one of their own3
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the lands of the3
the only sound was3
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coals of blue fire3
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valley of the valkia3
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quarter of the city3
his fierce blue eyes3
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hair robe and a3
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when i saw the3
the coasts of kush3
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you want me to3
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the figure that lay3
the man from acheron3
like a jet of3
the thunder of the3
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for the time being3
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whitely in the starlight3
the daughter of a3
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dust of the road3
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hour of the dragon3
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off her feet and3
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the streets of belverus3
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in the green turban3
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as you well know3
news that conan had3
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door that opened on3
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the rest of you3
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tales he had heard3
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the king of vendhya3
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the people on the3
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the hour of the3
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to the hilt in3
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conan shrugged his shoulders3
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of half a dozen3
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space behind the altar2
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the trail in the2
what hell have you2
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the intensity of his2
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art the ancients had2
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that this man had2
royal hall of tarantia2
trap set for him2
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on my way to2
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a part of him2
the arts of the2
black hand of set2
she came to the2
truth of his assertion2
covered more than a2
pirates of the barachan2
with a stifled cry2
not many hours until2
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with some of your2
follow the priests and2
long serried lines of2
in a flutter of2
up the corridor in2
you want to go2
against the morning sky2
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of the southern coasts2
standing out on his2
of the dark land2
to which he had2
up at the head2
behind the throne and2
burned dark by the2
he rode on to2
out of the night2
your life do not2
and clung to him2
conan glared at it2
hundred feet below them2
scar on his temple2
room and down the2
his face was calm2
her head in her2
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down at the dead2
there was a velvet2
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the nearest approach to2
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the panels of the2
was not to be2
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he turned his head2
a movement in the2
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the very gates of2
had seen in his2
on the bank of2
it was a man2
lead the armies of2
he did not return2
haunted only by the2
thousand years after the2
the quarter of the2
first tinge of dawn2
she closed the door2
and stared at the2
as he went down2
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was no less a2
by fire and steel2
arms about his massive2
he will go alone2
in a gesture of2
this close to the2
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confused impression of a2
upon him in the2
in the nature of2
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the leader of the2
he did not seem2
at the command of2
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the city and the2
and for the first2
with an imperious gesture2
the castle of count2
for an instant he2
slopes pitching up to2
in the north to2
leaped at kerim shah2
hairs on his scalp2
end of the great2
that blazed in the2
did not see the2
not come in contact2
sea of vilayet and2
stood staring in morbid2
them they could see2
the sweat from his2
in his iron arms2
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at him from the2
in the early dawn2
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with his bare hands2
note of hysteria in2
be lost in the2
side of the mountains2
only a few hundred2
to the roof of2
pulled her to her2
the fringe of the2
into his robe and2
one of the women2
staggered and fell sprawling2
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head from side to2
in the chamber with2
old woman in peasant2
the door to the2
the touch of the2
out of the land2
heavy door at the2
to spend the night2
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i know that you2
the queen of khauran2
a glint of light2
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and the bossonian marches2
his blood was pounding2
trick of the light2
and i know that2
dust on the floor2
one of the many2
springing to his feet2
raise a horde and2
they did not know2
swinging his great sword2
the inhabitants of the2
in a niche in2
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soft opening of a2
the king of stygia2
the clink of steel2
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the dragons in the2
face was that of2
down the hall and2
are you doing here2
man in mortal agony2
evening of the day2
glared down at the2
the treasure of the2
on down the corridor2
did not return from2
the peoples of koth2
blood from his eyes2
had never seen before2
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convinced that his death2
a few of the2
he might not be2
a rolling thunder as2
strode up to the2
until at last they2
a giant black man2
lay to the south2
to get out of2
was like that of2
man on the ledge2
the soft opening of2
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out of the south2
they came into the2
man in the ermine2
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fierce eyes glowed with2
flashed in the sun2
the voice from the2
the best of his2
had caused him to2
the kingdoms of the2
his eyes and teeth2
him back to life2
tongue clove to the2
except for a loin2
into the hills that2
eyes blazing up at2
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with the arrow through2
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with one foot on2
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with an ease that2
she saw the pirates2
felt the short hair2
was on her feet2
in an attitude of2
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continental kingdom of the2
door opposite that which2
and dangerous as a2
and the nobility of2
placed in the care2
his shemitish dogs be2
a good place to2
has come into being2
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the fact that he2
his ears came the2
sweat started out on2
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fire that burns in2
tell you it is2
of the road and2
the brink of the2
ever seen could have2
his primitive sense of2
he bent over the2
down there in the2
had not taken a2
at such deadly close2
of the servant of2
shores of the inland2
shrewd enough to assume2
a man in mortal2
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did not give to2
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could not even guess2
and down the bank2
blown in the wind2
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he is called conan2
to the middle of2
as a buffer against2
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her soft young body2
of black magic and2
his robe and came2
at last they reached2
held himself in check2
in your palace at2
by the blaze of2
i learned of the2
chill along his spine2
under his questing fingers2
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the cliffs and the2
conan spoke the truth2
through the trees to2
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of the black countries2
which opened into the2
in the jungle was2
what the devil are2
the men behind him2
in an accent unfamiliar2
the floor about her2
with the unerring instinct2
up from the floor2
for you and me2
herself on her knees2
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shoulders shook with sobs2
held them to the2
and the lands of2
seated himself on an2
if he were recognized2
the night had been2
city from the north2
let us be gone2
recognized it as the2
of a human face2
to the king of2
he saw only the2
take the city by2
riders in their spired2
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at the prospect of2
on the black marble2
the fort before they2
the marrow of my2
up to which led2
king without a kingdom2
the quarter by the2
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was suddenly aware that2
glared down at her2
out of reach of2
in the flare of2
as a civilized man2
no sound came forth2
people on the tauran2
the full flood of2
the waning of the2
he felt the blade2
with a long leap2
her lips as she2
lay where he had2
few miles south of2
set his teeth and2
many of the people2
down the winding stair2
been more extensive than2
thieves and traitors who2
to a certain chamber2
they plunged into the2
came out upon the2
skinned men and women2
cursed priests of asura2
in time to catch2
in the opposite wall2
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made no move to2
to search for the2
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to the bronze door2
they came to the2
promised us a man2
of a fabled treasure2
was a young man2
as silently as a2
the play of the2
eyes dilated with the2
its copper throne and2
she gasped for breath2
he heard a low2
through chamber after chamber2
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leading the way deeper2
the sleep of the2
hall of the dead2
massive arm about her2
like a bursting bubble2
the fort had been2
he could see a2
by this time the2
the door was thrown2
bronze door similar to2
beyond the arctic circle2
from his girdle and2
one of the arched2
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the gods that the2
she did not flinch2
up the girl and2
came up behind him2
balthus believed the picts2
which had fallen from2
in the care of2
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he did not take2
his eyes from the2
not allow him to2
so much the better2
black arch of a2
i lay in the2
the bossonians and zingarans2
at the dead man2
one of the figures2
slammed the door and2
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because i am a2
faded in the distance2
and pushed back the2
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you would not have2
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came into the land2
the last vestige of2
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a king without a2
assailed him and he2
gave back with a2
the hiss of a2
the lofty roof and2
one of the great2
of his right arm2
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conan turned from the2
no more than a2
the haunter of the2
halted as if frozen2
a giant in stature2
fire and steel and2
of the general conan2
cast a swift glance2
of hell this night2
light that was not2
is no escape from2
along the rim of2
at the throats of2
a drug that drove2
knew what we were2
stepped to the door2
as that of the2
and balthus knew that2
detached itself from the2
do not know that2
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an accent unfamiliar to2
the great muscles beneath2
he did not resemble2
when they came to2
the weight of his2
rumble of a drum2
into the cavern below2
the passing of the2
to the floor and2
for a thousand years2
cut out my heart2
when i try to2
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great black blossoms nodded2
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glance back showed him2
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as if sensing his2
the year of the2
figure stood before the2
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the picts are over2
not know whether to2
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not into the plain2
the swipe of a2
it was much like2
none but the priests2
still in its scabbard2
to tell them that2
not know the full2
to his ears came2
instant he reeled on2
had lain senseless for2
a man on the2
have been one of2
and turned her about2
of the lands of2
seemed to come from2
and vanished among the2
beloved of the gods2
great gray wolf following2
traitors who plot to2
to open the box2
the dwellers of the2
he sat his horse2
moments later they were2
he had seen an2
his mail saved him2
the news that the2
the palace of king2
smote the table with2
the hands of their2
his brow with a2
a leafy branch and2
he could feel the2
were cut to pieces2
the sword in his2
away in the night2
worshipped as a goddess2
a vessel of wine2
glaring out into the2
cast it into the2
the hilt with both2
where there had been2
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like phantoms into the2
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a gleam of steel2
sobbing of a woman2
as he came he2
behind him as he2
in the middle of2
the dim light of2
i have read the2
no reason to suppose2
captain of the guard2
with the scarlet dragon2
just as he was2
man might have done2
the cuts on his2
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the sun was high2
it is rumored that2
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for fifty years no2
in a trance the2
niche in the wall2
one foot on the2
a chance to get2
lighted only by a2
bodies of the slain2
man in a green2
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i have been in2
the memory of a2
the news that conan2
great beads of perspiration2
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the walls and ceiling2
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on the heels of2
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a steady stream through2
shadow of an arch2
from the slime of2
down on the shelf2
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it back in its2
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the fury of that2
his back against the2
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of the wilderness and2
the sons of shem2
she entered the chamber2
this wing of the2
strength that lurked in2
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the shapes that have2
before they could reach2
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the destruction of their2
woods that bordered the2
had rendered him senseless2
on the black altar2
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within a few feet2
who plot to rob2
and then in that2
at the top of2
and peered into the2
the blue of the2
turned back into the2
drew away from the2
in a steady stream2
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bids me say that2
the silence that reigned2
out of her eyes2
he grunted with satisfaction2
of the palace he2
gaped up at him2
as if death had2
we will send a2
before he could recover2
the fangs of the2
them back into the2
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and you fighting for2
to its head and2
that he will go2
will give you a2
the long sweep and2
do you mean by2
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as a mountain lion2
gash in his breast2
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out in the black2
dropped lightly into the2
to which he was2
head of the dragon2
the throne of khauran2
me by the throat2
lords of the black2
felt the wind of2
out in front of2
bossonians was somewhere to2
count trocero of poitain2
kingdoms to the south2
will be on our2
were of the same2
white fire in the2
slits of blue bale2
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he seated himself on2
at one end of2
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of a normal human2
only a few feet2
it in our hands2
is greater than your2
withering blast of arrows2
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to make the long2
the great inland sea2
and take her from2
seen or heard of2
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the rustle of a2
a glint of steel2
a chamber that opened2
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back in the shadows2
back of his mind2
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he broke the spell2
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his head and his2
sweat starting out on2
were upheld by a2
the magic of khosatral2
the blinding speed of2
iron ring set in2
balthus shook his head2
in one hand and2
the cliffs to the2
he laughed at her2
it was likely that2
she could see nothing2
in the great hall2
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his blue eyes blazed2
lord of the black2
according to his instinct2
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that he could summon2
than any other man2
in the heart of2
the blood that gushed2
a way through the2
a man sat cross2
of the man you2
died three thousand years2
man on the stake2
a score of them2
you are a woman2
and a great gray2
and an instant later2
in a small glade2
the destruction of his2
the master of yimsha2
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that lurked along the2
the door of a2
of returning consciousness was2
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and descended a winding2
that he was the2
in the far north2
light of the torches2
as if she were2
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there was something about2
the throne of nemedia2
to him in a2
gleamed whitely in the2
him for an instant2
the pirates of the2
he had crossed the2
blazing up at him2
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the throne room and2
shape of a man2
kingdom of the atlanteans2
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who dwell in the2
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he had just left2
the ghost of tolkemec2
the door but did2
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was to tell them2
left of the dais2
there are not enough2
himself on his knee2
dragged her to the2
loosened his knife in2
the upper parts of2
half submerged in the2
the bushes at the2
the waist with a2
lay far to the2
ranks of the gundermen2
down the black tunnel2
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blindly in the dark2
thrust it into his2
side of the cliffs2
he lifted his sword2
the black night of2
of the power of2
here to harm you2
a sound behind him2
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shemitish dogs be driven2
position in the goralian2
a duplicate of the2
the days of old2
to shout a warning2
a dancer of zamboula2
of the western kingdom2
on all sides of2
the conquest of punt2
make out the dark2
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with its copper throne2
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but he had been2
his reins and rode2
like a rotten branch2
nothing to do with2
the same type as2
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out of the desert2
up his scimitar and2
he did not see2
wheeled with a startled2
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my life i have2
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passed from his eyes2
that had not been2
before we knew what2
were descendants of a2
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carried me into the2
that he did not2
out of the way2
we must crush conan2
then it was that2
for hundreds of years2
was worshipped as a2
came to the southern2
last they dragged him2
it pleased him to2
for the priests of2
the hilt of the2
there was no lock2
glance briefly at the2
the great square in2
a slit in the2
his ribs caving in2
he licked his lips2
her down on his2
he caught the faint2
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from the alcove and2
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head and listened intently2
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him out of the2
a few feet of2
must find the heart2
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of the city are2
tier to tier of2
between the fort and2
in his hands and2
door similar to the2
that neither he nor2
through which they had2
constantius and his mercenaries2
if it had been2
gundermen and northern bossonians2
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the heat of the2
she made no resistance2
in a desperate grasp2
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one end fast to2
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of the dust shall2
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blade of the yuetshi2
the crackle of the2
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glanced up at the2
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a corridor which led2
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men who had followed2
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nearest approach to a2
the bows stood a2
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in the morning wind2
to die in it2
the pommel of his2
door at the top2
his mouth to shout2
mounted the glass steps2
on a velvet couch2
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strode off toward the2
with my bare hands2
olgerd shook his head2
with a handful of2
with their throats cut2
in the dust of2
he strode out into2
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yellow ovals in the2
to the southern edge2
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of the central provinces2
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a curse the cimmerian2
the spite of a2
down to sleep among2
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the western part of2
ring set in the2
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black shadows of the2
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stood for an instant2
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upon them from the2
bloom of her youth2
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out of the gorge2
almost at right angles2
only knew that when2
than a few feet2
the bronze door and2
and the thunder of2
deck of the tigress2
the four brothers of2
shaking his head in2
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the cimmerian wheeled in2
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corner of the wall2
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the stygian and his2
towers of the city2
man similar to the2
side to side in2
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his knowledge of the2
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bronze statue on the2
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foot of the sarcophagus2
of dust on the2
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as the walls of2
in the arms of2
a man or a2
in a gust of2
lifting his bow he2
of its own accord2
the room with a2
the great throne room2
to cross the border2
the black stallion and2
out on his brow2
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security in the contact2
from horizon to horizon2
in and out of2
of the city for2
among the reeds of2
never reach the coast2
the slime of the2
tangle of white hair2
woman in his arms2
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she bent her head2
the murk of the2
stir on his scalp2
the people of xotalanc2
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as if in sudden2
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so far from the2
the sun had set2
of the border wars2
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like the rest of2
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command of the gods2
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as much a part2
thought occurred to him2
of the western nations2
he is a foreigner2
about her supple waist2
king of stygia desired2
in the nemedian tongue2
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feather us with arrows2
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of his sandaled feet2
low in his right2
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shaking like a leaf2
better course than to2
publio shook his head2
it is not poison2
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to their ears came2
one of the dogs2
window that overlooked the2
on the outer side2
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woman in peasant garb2
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the minds of the2
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what are you doing2
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his head and stared2
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he had been on2
of aquilonia worked in2
the streets of peshkhauri2
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was an instant of2
from the house of2
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with a force that2
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the motion of the2
he had not been2
door that opened into2
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him that men were2
the borders of the2
conan did not know2
did not see him2
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turned his head and2
right hand locked on2
the queen of ophir2
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man he had killed2
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a thousand generations of2
thought i heard somebody2
the floor like a2
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the contact of the2
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in an iron grip2
the jewels with them2
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from the people of2
the people of alkmeenon2
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sacred son of set2
end of the altar2
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in the hand of2
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to his knees before2
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he felt as if2
ahead of them and2
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knew what it was2
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up from the ground2
would be on his2
a gash in his2
back and forth across2
into the outer darkness2
conan moved with the2
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of the eastern cities2
showed no sign of2
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they drew away from2
out of the water2
sign to show him2
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was standing on a2
hard as he dared2
of the black people2
the gundermen come up2
of a temple bell2
a joint of beef2
conan did not reply2
sword with both hands2
it was the body2
and before he could2
the cry of a2
like a live thing2
hetman of the kozaki2
only one of the2
fear the black seers2
i was a child2
his eyes slits of2
am the woman who2
the moon was rising2
the broad marble steps2
of the panels of2
her full red lips2
surface of the water2
made up his mind2
peered into the darkness2
the eye to follow2
some kind of a2
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he was suddenly aware2
drawn up at the2
looked into a chamber2
cities of the world2
are dying like flies2
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of the blood of2
a small band of2
it was the only2
the lip of the2
to strike right or2
of men and the2
the girl emerged from2
lay there in the2
as he mounted the2
can be sure that2
hand came from under2
black arts of xaltotun2
they were still a2
who dwell along the2
would be preferable to2
came from behind the2
in his knowledge of2
that must have been2
somewhere in this palace2
their women and children2
picts are besieging the2
and down the river2
compelled against his will2
conan glared at the2
for a few moments2
by the side of2
dim yellow ovals in2
have not come in2
gleamed in the shadows2
be as big as2
of them in the2
in a convulsive grasp2
the door in the2
and the shoulders of2
the sound of their2
those of a trapped2
in the bright moonlight2
her until she gasped2
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with a few strokes2
he ground his teeth2
thought to find a2
as much noise as2
to her feet and2
for a long space2
the picts are besieging2
chance that neither he2
as he passed a2
a faint creak of2
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with all the power2
the stygians and the2
following the curve of2
word into the hills2
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it into his girdle2
the shadows into the2
knew he would be2
ahead of them a2
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of fear from the2
away down the corridor2
eyes of the man2
many hours until dawn2
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a corner of the2
dogs be driven from2
good place to hide2
of the blue sea2
to the belt of2
lifted his voice and2
an empty purse and2
her red lips were2
from the deep gash2
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beyond the river the2
has slain the sacred2
of the dragon had2
far up the street2
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to escape from the2
i was a hetman2
the corridor in the2
drawn back from his2
had ever seen could2
the table with his2
the northern edge of2
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of the ancient xuchotlans2
seem aware of his2
the priests of the2
in the palace tonight2
crags of the himelians2
down the corridor in2
of the great muscles2
of the world to2
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starting out on his2
a burst of blue2
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that door at the2
which he had come2
as he looked down2
the arch through which2
as they entered the2
drew his sword and2
send a rider to2
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lightly into the room2
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the loot of the2
his sword and dagger2
central provinces would not2
and shops and stalls2
that flashed in the2
and placed it in2
an ivory table and2
dragons in the forest2
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his sword free as2
above the rim of2
spikes through his hands2
not in the least2
he found himself in2
to the eagle door2
down from the sky2
a rich velvet curtain2
in his blue eyes2
sleep of the black2
to the kings of2
it with all his2
the gleam of the2
conan stared at the2
a lock of hair2
by the fact that2
a manner no man2
dark head against his2
would come back from2
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the one by which2
he was not the2
shadow of the cliffs2
news of the battle2
into the harbor of2
i cannot show you2
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is beloved of the2
up his position in2
that conan spoke the2
conan emptied the wine2
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ships in the harbor2
hung in the balance2
hurried from the chamber2
get out of this2
sigh of relief when2
it came from the2
toward a black arch2
in the cimmerian hills2
would not allow him2
not see the sun2
sheer stone of the2
and the rustle of2
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a blur in the2
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across the room and2
door was thrown open2
hiss of a cobra2
in the streets in2
wicket opened in the2
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the breast of his2
in the temples of2
a hetman among the2
glided from the chamber2
through the door of2
from the gulf of2
the long white road2
into the great throne2
dust of the past2
than conan could have2
eyes that reflected the2
and take to the2
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one by one the2
and down the corridor2
as he passed the2
the men who came2
among the bushes he2
to reach the valley2
the rush of a2
for sounds of pursuit2
him to his feet2
that the girl who2
and then with a2
head as if in2
blown out in a2
with spears in their2
the flare of torches2
the kings of zembabwei2
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through which he saw2
moments later he was2
he groped his way2
before it stood a2
in the windless air2
balthus set his teeth2
with all his power2
strove to break the2
with the royal lion2
with a glint of2
leaped into the saddle2
he turned his attention2
the knights of poitain2
edge of the desert2
the baron of tor2
visible in the dim2
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on the altar of2
no desire to encounter2
man who had been2
out of the hills2
the dark corners of2
of them a faint2
to grips with the2
went down the steps2
in a voice that2
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making no sound on2
the body of sergius2
we have slain them2
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cut deep into the2
have fallen but for2
reeds of a marshy2
death and you fighting2
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the sight of you2
teeth of gwahlur and2
tall gaunt man with2
in a solid wedge2
for the eye to2
back from blackened gums2
for a while in2
those of a wild2
of the city it2
any more than they2
what he had heard2
men as aram baksh2
down the dim path2
croaked in triumph and2
the sword of the2
girdled at the waist2
her long dark lashes2
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of dagon no longer2
eagle door of tecuhltli2
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over the walls of2
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dying man on the2
before he was king2
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to rob the gods2
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blood on the sword2
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in the gray light2
ancient hyrkanian kingdom of2
by the throat and2
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give you a man2
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xotalanc is no more2
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beyond the sea of2
the name of the2
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back across the river2