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Her first patient was a young boy named Rui, who had fallen into the icy river near the Glaze Iceberg. The local herbalists had tried their traditional poultices, but the fever wouldn't break.

The heavy iron gates of Moonbury groaned as Elara stepped through, her satchel clinking with empty glass vials. Behind her lay the Medical Association and the sterile white halls of the Capital; before her was a town that smelled of salt air, pine needles, and deep-seated suspicion.

The rhythm was a dance. She chopped the berries until the juice ran dark purple, then titrated the Jasmine oil drop by drop. The cauldron bubbled, shifting from a murky brown to a shimmering, translucent gold. As she poured the into a vial, she felt the hum of the town’s ancient roots through the floorboards. Potion Permit [010025F0126FE000][v0][US].nsp.rar

Later that day, as Elara walked toward the tavern to buy a snack for her loyal dog, a grizzled fisherman stopped her. He didn't say thank you—not yet—but he handed her a small bundle of .

Elara smiled, tucked the ginger into her satchel, and realized that while she had come to heal the people, the town of Moonbury was slowly starting to heal her, too. Her first patient was a young boy named

The villagers didn’t wave. They watched from behind half-closed shutters. In Moonbury, memories of a past alchemist’s disaster were as thick as the morning mist. But Elara wasn't there to argue; she was there to work.

"My back’s been aching," he grunted, looking away. "If you’re as good as they say, maybe you can make something for that." Behind her lay the Medical Association and the

She administered the potion at dusk. By midnight, Rui’s fever vanished. By morning, the boy was asking for breakfast.