The cawing of crows echoed across the fields as Eleanor of Hawkhurst walked briskly through the morning mist, her leather satchel swinging at her side. She had been summoned to the Oakenwood Manor, where the baron's young daughter lay feverish and delirious. It wasn't uncommon for Eleanor to be called upon in urgent matters, but the weight of responsibility always pressed heavily upon her shoulders. Every life she saved was a testament to her skills, hard-earned through years of relentless study
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