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Many have come to my home,” the demon went on, taking the empty cup from Edmund’s unresisting hand, “but none so alluring as yourself. I swear to you, there’s no need to be afraid of me. Or rather, not yet. When the sun goes down, admittedly, there is a change in my admirable nature.”
“In what way?” hiccupped Edmund, who felt rather improved by the wine.
“In this way,” murmured the demon, “that I shall rip the beauteous golden flesh from your sculptured ivory bones, tear the silver hair from your deliciously modeled skull…And so on.
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