He still pondered her lonely eyes when he’d escaped: Was it the love potion’s charm? Was it genuine?
The wizard thought his request was bizarre, but Farun had to know.
In the rain, the ogress lowered her spear. Recognizing Farun as the ogre he’d become, they touched.
It was genuine.
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