Whitebark Stream luftschloss

mahler saw her concern. he had not meant to put it there, and loathed himself for it. momentarily. the jeweling of her words sounded again.
"it does."
a hesitation.
"i had thought it vas only a lingering cold, but it has not left me."
healer's heart knowing that the extension of a symptom could mean few promising things, laying it before iana in a sudden grim solemnity.