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Memories flitted across my vision. Images of kingdoms falling at my feet, statues sculpted in my likeness. We weren’t just better; we were a goddess. The heady feeling of power felt like fine wine against my lips. If we wanted it, we simply took it. Territories, gold, spells, anything.
That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf (Mead Mishaps, #2)
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