Couch pushed back against the wall, Vivian knelt in the middle of her apartment with a small fire burning over a silver plate. A small caldron hung over the flames where herbs bubbled along with a mixture of equal parts blood and teleplasm. Looking over at the bone daggers that she’d claimed from Razin, she’d analyzed the poison and replicated i……
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