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... die….”
“Don’t say that.”
Ivan whispered tenderly as he poured a potion over Hugo’s body.
As the starry, cold liquid made contact with his skin, Hugo convulsed, emitting soft cries.
Ivan understood this man’s heart well. Most soldiers on the front lines despised healing potions, despite their crucial importance akin to rations. Senior members, commanders, and even enemies empathized with this sentiment, comprehending the suffering they entail.
Ivan himself had once b ...
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