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A Pawn Turned Queen

Author: Mayemura Special
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Arla-Rosa woke before dawn, her slender fingers moving quickly as she braided her hair back with precision. The faint scent of the herbs she had prepared the night before still lingered on her palms. Outside, the first pale hints of morning light seeped through her window, touching the cluster of neatly stacked medical textbooks on her desk.

Each book was marked, highlighted, and brimming with her annotations. General surgery, cardiology, oncology, internal medicine, neurology, traditional medicine, and pharmacology. There was not a department in which her name did not echo. She had less than five months to graduate.

That alone would have been insane for any student, let alone one who had taken on the challenge of mastering every medical specialty. But Arla-Rosa was not just anyone. She was not merely seeking excellence; she was running against time. One hundred souls. That was the condition. One hundred healed lives, and only then would the mark on her soul be lifted. It was a quie
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