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... t could be called that, was the consistency of oil and the color of old bruises. It clung to everything it touched, leaving residue that burned faintly against the skin. Even walking along the narrow strips of solid ground that wound between the pools required constant vigilance.
"Don’t touch the water directly," Lady Pelica warned. "The liquified essence will drain your reserves in minutes. And if you fall in completely..."
She didn’t need to finish the sentence. They’d already ...
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