Hearts of Gold but Forbidden to Love

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…His gaze swept over the scene – the sick child, the distraught grandmother, and me, kneeling beside them, my hands still faintly glowing with residual warmth. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of suspicion igniting within them. “What is going on here?” His voice was deep, resonant, and held an edge of authority that made my blood run cold. He took a step forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The air crackled with unspoken tension. He had seen. He had seen enough.