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THE ENTIRE FLOOR HELD THE smell of death. A young maid was dressed as a nurse and she hurried from room to room, caring for the ill in the West wing. Her mouth was covered with a cloth. Rasha's eyes dropped to the floor. She didn't have to ask where Jak was located. She'd never forget seeing him lying down in that bed for as long as she lived. She'd been running around the kingdom looking for a cure because she wanted to avoid this very moment. Xeku held the answer to her question, and she'd have to ask him. The burden weighed on her shoulders and she drew them into her chest before she knocked on the door.
She didn't expect an answer. Instead, she opened the door and slipped inside. The figure in the bed drew her eyes and she couldn't stop staring. Jak's skin had turned sallow and hi
