Chapter Twenty-Nine
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Thrasher was checking pulse when entered the tent. Before she could ask, the physician whispered, “I was just about to send for you. It went better than I expected. His breathing’s become easier, and he’s resting now.”
She gave a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
Paxton strode over to the doctor and extracted the napkin from his pocket, handing it to the man.
“What’s this?” Thrasher unwrapped it, revealing the piece of meat.
“We think it’s tainted,” explained. “We noticed the vendor at the faire deliberately selling from two different grills, depending on whether his clientele was Normal or .”
Thrasher sniffed it. “It doesn’t smell odd to me, but that doesn’t mean the meat can’t be bad.” He gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, , but I don’t have any equi
