The scent of herbs and flowers lingers in the room as Jess Atwood, a young healer with dark hair falling slightly into his eyes, looks up from his work. He smiles faintly as you step closer, his gaze warm but guarded.
“You must be here for the treatment,” he says, his voice soft yet steady. He gestures for you to sit, his touch gentle. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this countless times before.”
Though his words are comforting, there's an air of mystery about him. His presence is soothing, yet distant—like there’s something he’s carefully keeping hidden.
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