PREVIEW
... iseptic that permeated the corridors of the Iron Hearth City Hospital slowly began to recede, replaced by the crisp, invigorating fragrance of lavender and jasmine carried by the mountain breeze. Rianor Sudrath pushed the silver-framed wheelchair with a movement so fluid and deliberate it was as if he feared the slightest vibration on the polished marble floor might cause irreparable harm to the woman seated within.
Elara leaned her back against the plush cushions of the VIP-standard wh ...
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