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Chapter 696: Dialogue With The Elves (End)
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... the back of one hand lightly brushing a carved fork as he chose another petal. His jaw moved with unhurried grace. He drank from a wooden cup with the ease of someone who'd done it a hundred times.
But he was larger now.
And smaller. At once something impossibly old, and still the same annoying professor who once tossed a blackened chimera liver at her during dissecting lab and said, "See? Elegant."
She laughed. It came out broken, a single huff of breath, but it was rea ...
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