"There's no cure." Yet his heart leapt. He kept his face calm and in control only raising an eyebrow.
"She can help. I've seen it done once or twice."
Drayden licked his lips. "Who?" Why would he ask if he didn't believe there was a cure. He clenched his jaw to keep from jumping up and shaking the answer from the gnome.
~From my current WIP 'Traces of Poppy'
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