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... ood still, almost carved from stone. Slowly, as if against her will, she turned her head toward the physician.
He rose from the ground without hurry, brushed the dust from his robe, and met her eyes with a calm that felt sharper than any blade. His voice was steady, unshaken.
"Sometimes your head feels like it’s splitting apart. Other nights you can’t sleep, no matter how tired your body is. And then—there are moments when blood calls to you. The sight of it excites you, stirs so ...
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