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... rlier. Probably another stored-magic item." Elara reached down and yanked a thin chain from around the Emperor’s neck. A small medallion dangled from it, faintly glowing.
She crushed it under her boot. The glow died.
"Problem solved."
Parmilda had managed to sit up, one hand pressed to her ribs. "Is he... dead?"
"Unconscious. Broken wrist. Lacerations. Minor cranial trauma." Elara rattled off the injuries like a medical report. "But alive. We need a physician who ...
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