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... rchment, the air was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs that clung to the walls like a lingering whisper of secrets.
Zara sat on the cushioned bench, her back rigid, her hands folded tightly in her lap to keep them from trembling. She forced herself to breathe evenly, to maintain the facade of calm, but the tension coiled inside her like a viper ready to strike.
The physician, a man with thinning white hair and a face lined with decades of experience, hummed thoughtfully as ...
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