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... lingered by the wide archway near the kitchen, coffee mug now replaced by a glass of infernal tonic, spiced citrus and a little bit of corruption, the kind only a true Vaelthorn could drink on an empty stomach. The sweetness hit first, then the tang, then the gentle burn of demon-brewed magic that reminded him he was still alive. Barefoot still, because luxury, but at least now he looked presentable. Black slacks, dark green shirt rolled up just enough to expose forearms and of course, the charm ...
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