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The new hope. Part two.
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"We're going to see a healer. She's saved a lot of people. And I hope she will save your son too," the stranger said, moving mysteriously in his seat and then abruptly changing position. Now, he sat across from Adelard.
Feeling the gaze on him and finally the eyes themselves, which glittered brighter than anything else in the world, Adelard asked, "Why are you helping us?"
"That's a silly question."
"Yes. I know. But I'm just curious."
"Does one need a reason to help?"
Laughing, Adelard remembered his own words.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just wanted to say thank you."
The stranger said nothing. And for the next few minutes they rode in silence. Only the child's weak heart was beating with the last of its strength, screaming words for mercy. The road was long and quiet. The whole journey took almost half the night. Falling asleep, seeing Celeste before him, Adelard trembled and called out
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