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... hile the golem’s fist fell like judgment.
He raised the vial to his lips with a relieved sigh but then the golem’s other hand—the one gripping his ankle—yanked.
His whole body jerked sideways. The vial slipped. His blood-slick fingers couldn’t hold it.
The glass tumbled through the air. Spinning and reflecting his crimson eye. It hit the stone floor and shattered.
Red liquid pooled across black rock. Spreading, wasting, gone.
"No"
The word didn’t c ...
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