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... I was feverish for the entire trip back. There were tales of black blood, and diarrhea, and of eating anything used to muffle my screams.
My eyes were especially susceptible to the light. “Has... has someone been boiling me?” I asked.
“He’s still feverish.” An unknown woman said.
But when I recovered after four days of careful treatment and healing potions, my skin was peeling, revealing scales of hunter’s green beneath. Even with normal scent, I could tell I was laying ...
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