Ah, Hemlock, you bitter herb. You have killed my resolve and made resistance futile. I struggled against your lure, vowing to finish current endeavors before bending to your will. But the pull of your magic was too strong for me to fight. This morning, I took but a taste. I found you were not bitter at all, but sweet and addictive. I have cast all others aside, ensconced in the grasp of the Hemlock Ring.
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