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... corpses. Then he picked up the stranger and carried him over. After that, Simon evaluated him the best he could. He knew very little about medicine. To be honest, physiology and anatomy were the last things he would have expected to need to know about in a fantasy world, but he’d learned the hard way that just wasn’t so.

Magic needed to be wielded with precision and focus, though a sloppy spell could still work, as he’d demonstrated plenty of times with fire magic. Healing was a little ...

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