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... un was blazing down on the estate, but not hot enough to roast a knight in his armor. It was a Perfect beer weather.
I poured a glass, leaned against the table like a man who’d worked far harder than I had, and squinted at Princess Sirella.
"Want some?" I held it out like an offering from the gods.
She wrinkled her nose, as if I’d just presented her with a dead rat. "No. I don’t drink beer."
"More for me, then." I shrugged, skipped the glass entirely, and downed a ...
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