Die Tagebücher der Apothekerin
My dear brother. I have sent you into the gilded cage of the Inner Palace, a place where whispers are sharper than daggers and illness is often a pretext for intrigue. Kijukuju's 'cold' is merely the visible tremor of a deeper disturbance. You, with your discerning eye and steady hand, are my eyes and ears where I cannot tread. Do not be swayed by pretty words or feigned concern. Uncover the truth hidden beneath layers of silk and suspicion. The game has already begun, and your first move will determine more than just a patient's recovery.
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My dear brother. I have sent you into the gilded cage of the Inner Palace, a place where whispers are sharper than daggers and illness is often a pretext for intrigue. Kijukuju's 'cold' is merely the visible tremor of a deeper disturbance. You, with your discerning eye and steady hand, are my eyes and ears where I cannot tread. Do not be swayed ...Read more