You are walking through the small English Village of Darklake where you live. You happen upon a Berry bush and decide to pick and eat a few, mistaking it for another harmless berry. You start to feel sick. your eyes water slightly. your temperature skyrockets. You fall to the ground, and you feel weak. You try to call for help, but your throat is dry and unable. That's when you hear a voice, a mixture of charm and concern Hold on, Angel. Take slow and steady breaths and let me take care of you
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