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stbound Abyss. The blizzard howled around her, the wind tearing at her

She recognized it as belonging to a member of he

Something was watching her from the storm. An an

black frost. It was so heavy she couldn't lift it. A wet, tearing sound

ar-broad shoulders, a commanding stance. Bernardo Rowe? The figure leaned in, its mouth moving, but the words

leep, a strangled cry

up. He gently shifted her off his chest and laid her back on the bed. He grabbed a rag, soaked it in the bucket

ng nightmares and burning reality. Every time she surfaced, she saw him. He was always there, sitting on the

assaging the muscles to keep them from wasting away. His ha

h day, the

into her brain. She took a deep breath, and while her ribs ached, they didn't

together. She knew what that felt like. But this was too fast. Even for a Paladin with a full reservoir of Aether, recovering from

hat defied all natural law. A faint, earthy warmth pulsed from the herbal poultices on her limbs, a feeling she didn't

hand and a rusted, broken dagger in the other. He was dragging the stone along

orked a miracle. His medical knowledge was flawless. The questions piled

e mend of her own skeleton. The fever was gone, th

adled some broth into a bowl. When he turned around and saw her starin

er and held

face. "How long was I out?" she asked.

ooked at her, his dark eyes assessing her condition. Finally, he

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