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... Though Islinda’s fate was sealed for the night, it wouldn’t be a violent demise, unlike his initial plans. She wouldn’t endure pain or awareness; she would simply slip into eternal sleep.
Aldric meticulously crafted the concoction, one of his renowned masterpieces—the Nightingale Slumber. A small dose could end a human’s life, while it would only incapacitate an adult Fae. Colorless and tasteless, this potion defied detection even by the most skilled poison tasters, given its delayed re ...
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