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19: A SHIRTLESS MATTHIAS

Author: LisaWrites
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-02 07:06:24

Lyra’s pov

The healing house smells like lavender and dried rosemary, and for the first time since I arrived in this territory I feel something close to calm.

Vera has me sorting through the herb stores—checking what needs restocking, separating dried bundles by potency and age, discarding anything that's lost its efficacy—and the work is familiar enough that my hands know what to do without me having to think too hard about it.

Which is good.

Because the part of my brain not occupied with ca
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