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... ers hovered lightly over the table before brushing against a bottle. Half-full, cool to the touch, the rim still faintly stained with the sharp tang of snake venom and ginseng. He let out a soft breath that might’ve been a chuckle, if not for the quiet that came after.
'Had it been the alcohol that loosened my tongue last night?'
Or was it something else?
He stood still in the dim room above the Soaring Swallow Inn, the dawn light filtering through the paper windows, warm ...
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