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... Sanctuary, Felix took a deep, steadying breath. The air smelled of juniper and citrus, and the heat was cut by a breeze that coiled through the courtyard just the perfect amount.
Yet for all of that, there was a strangeness.
It took him a moment to figure out what it was—it felt like a presence wrapped around him, jostling him weakly. Felix dropped his hand to the bag attached to his hip. Inside, the Chalice squirmed, dragging at his hip as if it weighed thousands of pounds. He p ...
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