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... iel finally stood on his own two feet—free at last from Nol’s hug.
"Master, here."
Azriel turned. In Nol’s hands lay a simple black robe. Azriel took it with a nod, murmured his thanks, and slipped it on. While he dressed, the marquis studied him with cool, unwavering eyes—the same indifferent, stoic face as always.
"It took a great many health potions—and more than a few healers—to drag you back from the brink," Marquis Rossweth said.
"The wounds are closed, but ...
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