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the draught was bitter. each year for a week, at the very start of any — changes — tavina mixed a certain blend of herbs for herself and quelled the sensation.

she was just grimacing at its taste when eset entered the room, accompanied by a sense of urgency. rote; unquestioning; tavina grabbed a pair of soft cloths and accompanied the hebsut with a confident tread for the emergency.