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... like a dry twig. He was puring a glass of wine for Cherion.
For some reason, Flio was the one who attended to him. He was standing with his shoulders hunched, looking for all the world like a man waiting for a ceiling tile to crush him
"It doesn’t taste like sawdust and disappointment, if that’s what you’re asking," Cherion replied, popping a piece of the chicken into his mouth. He chewed slowly, savoring the richness. "It’s almost like the kitchen staff remembered I have a puls ...
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