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... careful reverence of someone who understood that some things gained value through survival alone.
The liquid was dark—not red, but a deep purple that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it.
"From the vineyards of Mor’thalas," Gorath said, offering Liam a glass carved from volcanic stone. "Before it fell. Before the third great purge. Before demons learned that beauty was a luxury we couldn’t afford."
Liam accepted the glass but didn’t drink.
His grey eyes ...
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