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- “More wine,” Lightsong said, raising his cup.
- “You can’t get drunk, Your Grace,” Llarimar noted. “Your body is immune to all toxins.”
- “I know,” Lightsong said as a lesser servant filled his cup. “But trust me—I’m quite good at pretending.”
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