In the quiet halls of knowledge, even the most precise of lessons can turn tender—when a healer’s touch lingers longer than...

In the quiet halls of knowledge, even the most precise of lessons can turn tender—when a healer’s touch lingers longer than a diagnosis. #medical #infirmary #muscle #kiss

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