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Zone 3A-Δ – Base: Jiang Roulan’s apartment
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The potion hit my tongue like molten stone.
Thick. Metallic. Sweet at the edges—but bitter, too. Not a flavour I could name, just something primal. Like old roots crushed under pressure, or earth that hadn’t tasted sunlight in centuries.
I held it there, let it coat my tongue. It hummed in my mouth like it was alive, and the moment I bent low, bringing my lips to hers, I felt it shift.
Jiang Roulan was sti ...
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