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It wasn’t long before Ridley’s head felt like someone was trying to split it open with a chisel and hammer, but she managed to get the three of them into the next district and onto the flat roof of an apartment building. “Sorry, I can’t … I can’t go … any further.” She bent over, pressing her palms against her knees and breathing through the nausea.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dad asked, resting his hand on her shoulder.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” She waved him away. “You need to get rid of … your other amulet.”
“Maybe you should sit down,” Archer suggested.
“Yeah, okay.” She sank into a sitting position and pulled her backpack off. Then, deciding that being completely horizontal would be even better, she shifted forward and lay down, using the backpack as a pillow. “It won’t last long
