The Last Healer
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Last published Thu, Oct 25, 2018
I inch closer. There - by his left cheekbone - is a faint gash, as if made by the feather-light caress of a sword-edge.
I tentatively touch his face. Warmth radiates from my core to my arm, my hand, and out through my fingertips. A faint light passes through the wound as the edges appose. I slide my thumb across to remove the crusted blood, and reveal nothing but smooth skin beneath.
I have just healed my enemy.
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