The air was thick with bad smells and the strong scent of old herbs and bubbling mixtures. The flame in the room cast strange shadows on the stone wall. In the middle of the room, Sage lay on a straw mat, hurt and battered.Sage was in agony. A burning pain filled his entire body, like his bones were on fire from the inside. He took short, difficult breaths, each one making a soft rasping sound. His eyes were closed, too heavy to open.The Seer sat down next to him, He focused intensely, his eyes shining with concentration. His hands moved skillfully, crushing herbs into a thick paste. He looked calm, but he was actually very afraid. "Hold me," he whispered, fixing his eyes on Sage's face, searching for any flicker of life. "You've come too far to give up now."His daughter, Mira, zipped from one side of the room to the other, quick and decisive in her movements. She took one of the jars off the top shelf, removed the cap, and put a few drops into a clay pot. She mixed it with a stick
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