Chasing The Truth: The Healer

Chasing The Truth: The Healer

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Time: 1352 Place: A small village near France If you want to know the truth behind magic, this is the ideal book for you. I have to warn you though. There's more than you imagine. There may be more than you can handle. And I have to warn you for the following too. If you decide to read this book, even if you take one fateful look you are already too deep into this. My name is Erria . My life was normal until the Black Death came to our village. My mission for a cure led me to them and dragged me far into their vicious and wicked world .
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She woke to a world washed in silver. The clouds hung low, heavy with secrets. And when the rain began, soft, deliberate. She welcomed it like an old friend. But this morning wasn't like the others. Between the drops, she saw them. Tiny beings, born of shimmer and storm. Fairies. Real ones. They moved like the rain itself knew how to keep them hidden. And in that quiet wonder, something ancient stirred. Everyone else rushed past, umbrellas raised, eyes down. No one noticed. Except her. One fairy remained. Still, glowing, watching her like it had been waiting. When she whispered, "Hello," the world began to shift. But the rain wasn't the only thing falling that day. A parcel was coming. A diary that writes back. A demon who already knows her name. And a truth her father buried long ago. The past isn't sleeping. It's waking up.

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