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... instant.
By the time he regained his senses, he was already walking toward the royal infirmary tent, holding Doris tightly in his arms.
He called for a doctor to handle the urgent matter and listened to the situation.
Doris’s explanation was brief.
“I tripped. My arm must’ve been scratched by something like a thick branch.”
Well, that’s a bit of an understatement.
Her explanation barely covered half of what likely happened.
But Tristan did ...
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