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... no less unpleasant for its familiarity. It felt like nails hammered behind his eyes, the taste of iron and stale wine still clinging to his tongue.
He extended a hand, crooked fingers pointing lazily at the carafe of wine by the table. His new servant jolted into action at once, scurrying as if a whip cracked over her back. She poured into the nearest cup, then hurried forward with trembling hands to offer it to her new master.
Cain snatched the vessel and drained it in one long ...
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