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Message: <blockquote data-quote="mythusmage" data-source="post: 400736" data-attributes="member: 571">A Stirring in the MistShe was old and frail, tottering about on legs barely able to support her. But still she made the rounds of the hospital, with a friendly smile and a cheery word for all she met.She would appear beside a patient's bed, silent as a mouse. There to give a small touch, a kind word. It didn't matter if they heard her or not, if they knew she was there or not. It was enough that she could be there with them, to give them a word of encouragement, a comforting touch.Until the day.That day she noticed nothing, but those who came to the patients she had seen saw it. Their pain was lessened, their breathing eased. Wounds appeared as if they had been healing for as much as a week, though they were but hours old. A man who's lungs were riddled with cancer was, somehow, cancer free.It took a couple of days for people to tie the two together. Another day to confirm it. They had to find a safe, secret place to keep her so the press couldn't find her.The only thing that kept them, and her, from being ovewhelmed was the fact she was not the only one.(Let's see what you do with that.<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />)</blockquote>