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Chapter 386: Anger In the Council
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... ent pacts and victories long past. But there was no triumph here.
She gazed at the man lying still beneath the heavy quilt—his white hair clinging to his clammy forehead, his breaths shallow and too far apart. Her fingers trembled as they hovered over his skin, deathly pale and marred by patches where flesh had festered and been scraped away, now covered by pungent herbs pressed into torn muscle. The apothecary had done all he could. And still, nothing.
A hollow ache gnawed at he ...
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