The healer's name was Maren, a small, weathered woman with silver hair pulled back in a tight braid and sharp, assessing eyes that studied Elara the moment she stepped through the cottage door. Her home smelled of dried herbs and woodsmoke, bundles of lavender and yarrow hanging from the rafters, jars of unknown tinctures lining every shelf."So," Maren said, setting down the basket of herbs she had carried in from the farm, her gaze flicking between Elara and Kael with an unsettling steadiness. "You've found her again."Kael went very still. "You remember.""Not everything." Maren gestured for them to sit at a small wooden table near the hearth, her movements brisk and practical despite the strangeness of her words. "Fragments, mostly. A face I shouldn't recognize. A name that feels older than it should. It comes and goes, the way dreams do, except I've learned not to dismiss it as a dream anymore."Elara sat slowly, her heart pounding. "You've met me be
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