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At the edge of town, Rhys began to use his ability. Reading signs, peering through windows, and eavesdropping on conversations bombarded him with sensory overload. His body began to shake. If he didn’t filter the information, he wouldn’t be able to help Kiera. Anything not related to healing, herbs, or patients, he dismissed. Turning his head as he followed a condensed pocket of dialogue, he signaled his horse to move in that direction, then stopped in front of a building. With Kiera in his arms, he dismounted.
“Stand,” Rhys said to Gambler, then stepped up to the raised wooden walkway in front of the businesses that lined the street.
There was no indication a healer resided here, but the discussion between the two people inside told him at least one was adept in the healing arts. Shi
