Chapter 21 : Magic That Shouldn’t Exist

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The healer's dwelling was filled with the scent of aged roots and scorched herbs, the smoke spiraling like whispers about the stone walls. I crouched next to Xavier, his breath weak, eyes glazed with suffering. My fingers shook as I hovered them over his injury, singed skin swirling around the...

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