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"Hello, my deity. I am here to help you back to your full health. Or at least to when you are conscious."

Aster gained no response from the man draped in gold. He was asleep, deeply.

She started to help him by taking off his shirt and sending it to someone who could sew. Aster had to dress the wound that showed itself.

"Hm, I wonder if you really are a deity, golden man."

"Aster? I have been called," a young boys voice rang out from behind the door of the room.

"Yes yes, come in, Firestone. Do you have bandages?"

Firestone entered the room. "Yes. Here."

He extended the supplies he brought to Aster, who took them and started in on the man's wound.

"I wonder if he really is a deity. He has a wound, after all. What do you think?" Aster pondered.

"Let me see his face a little closer."

Firestone gasped at this mans face. He had seen it before, the night of his brother's death.

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