Harry Dresden

Marsh sighed, pulling his cloak tight around him as he trudged through the snowy forest.

He had no memory of how he’d arrived in this place, but he knew with iron-hard certainty that this wasn’t the world he’d been born on. The snow was the first tip off. Even after Harmony had set the world right, snow wasn’t a very common sight. And these trees were like nothing he’d seen before. Massive, twisted things, their bare branches scraping against one another in the wind.

He burned tin now. He almost always did. The hypervigilance was an old habit, from the days when he’d been in the Rebellion.

“I don’t necessarily need to do the healing myself. Probably best if I don’t, considering how bad I am at the delicate stuff. But if you can give me somewhere to start, I can either learn on my own, or I can find someone else who can do the healing.”

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She nodded.  “Yes, it would probably be inadvisable for you to attempt the healing yourself without sufficient practice and knowledge.  I can help you start, and I can teach you some practical applications.  I do not know who would be both appropriate and strategically available to actually carry out such a healing, though.  It will not be a simple task, and you can’t simply ask it of anyone.”

Uh.

Marsh sighed, pulling his cloak tight around him as he trudged through the snowy forest.

He had no memory of how he’d arrived in this place, but he knew with iron-hard certainty that this wasn’t the world he’d been born on. The snow was the first tip off. Even after Harmony had set the world right, snow wasn’t a very common sight. And these trees were like nothing he’d seen before. Massive, twisted things, their bare branches scraping against one another in the wind.

He burned tin now. He almost always did. The hypervigilance was an old habit, from the days when he’d been in the Rebellion.

Marsh sighed, pulling his cloak tight around him as he trudged through the snowy forest.

He had no memory of how he’d arrived in this place, but he knew with iron-hard certainty that this wasn’t the world he’d been born on. The snow was the first tip off. Even after Harmony had set the world right, snow wasn’t a very common sight. And these trees were like nothing he’d seen before. Massive, twisted things, their bare branches scraping against one another in the wind.

He burned tin now. He almost always did. The hypervigilance was an old habit, from the days when he’d been in the Rebellion.

Marsh sighed, pulling his cloak tight around him as he trudged through the snowy forest.

He had no memory of how he’d arrived in this place, but he knew with iron-hard certainty that this wasn’t the world he’d been born on. The snow was the first tip off. Even after Harmony had set the world right, snow wasn’t a very common sight. And these trees were like nothing he’d seen before. Massive, twisted things, their bare branches scraping against one another in the wind.

He burned tin now. He almost always did. The hypervigilance was an old habit, from the days when he’d been in the Rebellion.