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... olk holds great value."
He tilted his head slightly, then gestured toward Erik.
"You can only see him," the godling continued. "But I can smell him."
"In your eyes, he is beautiful, calm, regal, composed. But my nose tells a different story. On him, I smell desperation... fear... uncertainty... and lust."
Each word landed like a blow.
"All of it tangled beneath the mask he presents to the world," the godling said. "And the lives we took? They are the cause ...
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