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... d didn’t say a word. In the depths of a makeshift earthen sanctuary, I quietly worked to heal his wounds with my heartfire. The dwarven Lance was dreadfully silent as I let my dawnlight mist into his body, soothing aches and internal damage that had hounded him for days.
He was laid out on a simple sickbed, covered from head to toe in bandages that were a rusty red color. Dozens like him lined the makeshift infirmary, but I didn’t have the strength to see to them all healed. At least not ...
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