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... eminded you that magic could heal wounds but couldn’t make the process any less uncomfortable.
I sat in a wooden chair beside Kyle’s bed, my arms crossed, watching him fidget under the bandages wrapped around his torso.
The healer—a stern-looking woman in her forties—had done her work efficiently.
Mended the broken ribs, sealed the internal bleeding, stabilized everything that Marcus had broken. But she’d been clear: Kyle needed rest.
Kyle, naturally, was ignoring ...
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