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"It needs a sacrifice of blood."
My jaw hit the floor of Dr. Galen's office. We had returned to Tras and the small shop where Galen provided his skills to the wealthy and poor alike. Now I sat on my stool while Galen and Asher stood in front of me.
"You're joking, right?" I asked the good doctor.
Galen shook his head as he turned the cream tin that belonged to Lady Margaret over in his hands. "I'm quite serious."
"What sort of blood?" Asher asked him.
"The blood of one who has overcome stone spots," Galen explained as he stood and walked over to a small bookshelf.
I wrinkled my nose. "But if there isn't a cure how can anyone be the cure?"
"There have been a few rare cases where the victim of the stone spots was cured through their own will," Galen explained as he plucked a b
