CHAPTER 53: HAND OVER A WITCH
ICARUS Freya was dying. The mere thought of losing Freya made me feel like my world was falling apart, but knowing there could be a way to restore her brought a silver linen to my dark clouds. I couldn’t let Freya remain in that dreadful dungeon so with Winterthone’s help, I was able to bring her out of it. She was so frail and weak, and I knew it would take a miracle to get her back to Rivendale alive. She obviously hasn’t had anything to eat in days and she didn’t look like she could eat anything even though she clearly needed all the nutrients she could get. “Wintherthone… Do you by any means know any healer or physician that lives around this…forest?” I asked the priest, eyeing the thick vegetation surrounding us. He appeared to be in deep thought, his face scrunched up as he tap
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