Chapter 45 A Future Worth Building

The smell struck Jessie first. Blood. Sweat. Vinegar. Rot. A healer hurried towards them, irritation on her face until she recognised Jessie. Then the irritation vanished beneath fear.

“My lady.”

“We have a burn.”

The healer looked towards the beds. “If she can stand, she must wait.”

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