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... panic.
Before the empty bed.
Inside the healer’s small wooden house, the air had been thick with heat and urgency.
The old healer stood over the bed, sleeves rolled high, gray hair clinging to her damp temples. A basin of steaming water sat beside her. Bundles of crushed herbs burned slowly in a clay bowl, smoke curling upward like thin prayers.
Her hands glowed steadily now.
Not flickering.
Focused.
Precise.
She pressed one palm ov ...
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