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“The last four beds inched closer, and Aru felt a terrible drowsiness wash over her. She swayed on the spot until she felt a warm hand close around her wrist, and she looked up to see Aiden staring at her. The starry flecks in his eyes held her steady. 'Don't you dare, Shah,' he said. 'Stay with me.”

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Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality

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