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... the thirstier you get."
The phrase echoed in Nightstone’s mind long after Pebbles had spoken it.
It made no sense.
How could thirst grow if someone was already drinking?
It was a ridiculous idea.
Yet the moment Pebbles pointed toward the Thousand-Year-Old weed, Nightstone’s body trembled.
In an instant, she understood his plan.
And instead of fear, a slow, dangerous smile spread across her face.
One of the things she hated most was ...
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