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... h bitterness. Syryn took the potions like a champ but he nearly gagged at the calming draught that went in last.
"Do you not know how to counter the taste of swamp nettle?!" Syryn choked on the acridness that stung his tongue. "This calming draught is taking my life!"
Syryn swore that Salem's smile was sadistic. The half-elf used a spatula to smack at the greedy hands that were emptying the jar of black treacle. "The difference between you and me is that I maximise the potency of ...
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