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... n stretched, shoulders popping in the silence, still trying to figure out why his chest felt so light.
He felt... Well, he felt suspiciously really good.
This whole "transfer of magical healing energy" gig? It was actually working. No complex rituals, no chanting in dead languages that tasted like copper, no sacrificing goats in the moonlight. Just holding hands. Holding freaking hands.
Cherion looked down at his palm, still feeling the phantom warmth of Zarius’s skin aga ...
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