Sleepy Fox Hollow peitsche

concern bloomed in the sudden furrow that appeared across the healer's face. "you are in pain daily and have had hallucinations?" mahler asked with a gruff incredulity.
how had such symptoms gone unnoticed? mahler busied himself producing a chewed bit of willowbark, which he lay upon the ground before the boy.
"eat that," he commanded. no poppy for what sounded to be pain from a head injury. such treatments could lead patients to fall into slumber, and never awaken.
"did you strike your head?"