In the latter months of his own long sickness the Master Herbal had taught him much of the healer's lore, and the first — Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea
In the latter months of his own long sickness the Master Herbal had taught him much of the healer's lore, and the first — Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea
In the latter months of his own long sickness the Master Herbal had taught him much of the healer's lore, and the first — Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea
In the latter months of his own long sickness the Master Herbal had taught him much of the healer's lore, and the first — Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea
In the latter months of his own long sickness the Master Herbal had taught him much of the healer's lore, and the first — Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea
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In the latter months of his own long sickness the Master Herbal had taught him much of the healer's lore, and the first lesson and the last of all that lore was this: Heal the wound and cure the illness, but let the dying spirit go.

— Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea
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