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... and accepted the vial.
The glistening, silver concoction that Aradine just made―I didn’t know if it should be called a potion, elixir, or if it had some unique name, but after hearing her brief explanation, I instantly knew it was something I wouldn’t be able to find just anywhere else.
Wetting my lips, both out of a mix of nervousness and excitement, I raised the vial to my mouth, tilting my head back slightly as the contents poured out.
Immediately, I felt the sensation ...
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