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Dragon: Drop that Icon!
His voice and expression, despite the pleasure he must have
derived from imposing his will on Mikhaila, remained glum.
“Uncle,” she said quickly, a note of alarm in her voice, “is
something bothering you? You don’t seem yourself.”
“Ah, I never could hide anything from you.” He sighed and told
her about the pillaging of Draco, his confrontation with the dragon at
the church door, and the subsequent correspondence with the
bureaucrats in Molsk. Mikhaila listened attentively, distracted only by
the resemblance of her uncle’s shiny bald head to the polished bellies
of the samovars behind him. An idea slowly formed in her mind.
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