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Suddenly time returned to normal speed, and the sound of minion screams filled my ears. Paying no attention to the chaos, I followed the path the skull had rolled. One of Ganaraj's servants held the head in its tiny hands. It looked up at me, tears streaked its face.
"Thank you." It coughed, slurped. "Thank you."
"Give me the head," I whispered.
It held the head out to me. I sheathed my sword, taking a moment's pleasure as the steel slid like silk into its home. I then reached out and grasped the head by the ears. I gazed into the dead eyes. They were open wide, frozen in an expression of rage. The mouth was stretched in a scream, and a foul smell emanated from the gaping maw.
The minion beside me was speaking.
"Are you well, lady?"
"Hmmm?"
I felt dazed. Power flowed
