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... the joy of the wine. Her lips, parched and longing for moisture, moved subtly as she licked them, her fingers rhythmically drumming on the cool surface of the jar.
She pondered over the peculiar behavior of Izaak. His treatment towards her was a stark contrast to his usual indifference towards the other servants.
With a slight tilt of her head, she stole a glance at him, only to find him engrossed in his drink, oblivious to her scrutiny. His focus was solely on the wine.
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