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On one of the blizzard days of a student in the first month of winter, fate prepared a new test for her. As soon as the doctor ran into the tower, shaking off the snow from the casing and breathing on her chilled palms, Ichthor stunned her with the news:

– Today, we will learn to deprive a person of life.

From these terrible words, spoken with ordinary indifference, Eilisha froze. Naughty lips whispered of themselves:

- I'm a healer. Not a killer.

- And what will you do, healer, with those who cannot be saved, and you will not leave alive? the kref asked dryly. - How do you give an easy death? And to instant, without torment. Will you sing a lullaby?

- I do not know. At home, every time I ran away from the yard when a bird or cattle was slaughtered. I was sick for a week afterwards, I could not see the meat. I… I… can't,” the girl backed away. “Everyone was laughing at me. They called it blessed.

“They talked about it,” said the guard. But this is not a house.

And, pushing the s