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- Before I could think what to do, Meg roared and burst from her cage, spraying geraniums in every direction. She shouted, “My rings!”
- I yanked them from my neck and tossed them through the air. As soon as Meg caught them, two golden scimitars flashed into her hands.
- The myrmeke barely had time to think Uh-oh before Meg charged. She sliced off his armored head. His body collapsed in a steaming heap.
- Meg turned to me. Her face was a tempest of guilt, misery, and bitterness. I was afraid she might use her swords on me.
- ***
- The Hidden Oracle, Chapter 28
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