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Chapter 23: The Healer's Secret
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2026-05-14 20:00:34I crumpled Kaelen’s note in my fist. The rough parchment bit into my palm. I wanted to scream into the dark, call him back, demand answers — but the forest was silent. Only leaves rustling. The distant thud of warriors training.
My heart slammed against my ribs. I wanted to believe he was lying. Wanted to believe this was a twisted trick. But something cold settled in my stomach — an instinct I had learned to trust in the Rogue Lands. The feeling of being watched by a predator.
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