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A scene from early on, illustrating one of the dangers of the wilds near Tabat: parasitic fairy bites.
The next morning, Teo did not like the priest’s look. His hands were clammy but his face was red as though with blushes. His forehead under Teo’s hand was scorching hot. After a few minutes of hesitation, Teo examined the spot he thought might be a Fairy bite.
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