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At the next sunrise-sunset, Henry woke to a shimmering aura descending from the brightening sky. Waves of white light poured into Tomas’s body, his wounds slowly knitting, flesh reforming with agonizing slowness. Henry’s breath caught, tears spilling anew—not of grief, but of hope, a fragile spark igniting in his heart. He watched, trembling, as the light worked its miracle, praying it would be enough.
**
Henry knelt beside Tomas, his eyes fixed on the faint shimmer of white li