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... ws of Baldwin's chambers, casting golden streaks across the stone floor. Ethan sat at a wooden table, his bandaged hands steadier than they'd been in days. The garlic-turmeric paste and honey salves, applied diligently by Brother Gerard, had begun to show results. The lesions on his arms were less inflamed, the raw edges of his sores slightly less angry. The willow bark tea dulled the constant ache in his joints, giving him a clarity he hadn't felt since waking in this body. It wasn't a cure—Eth ...
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