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Eager to be helpful, Razgut supplied, "She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden in moonlight. Cream on the tip of a fox's tongue. She tastes like hope.
Akiva was stone-faced, unreasonably disturbed by the thought of this abomination tasting the girl.
No doubt!
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