healing back

Uriel let out a most unangelic snort. Then he nodded his head and said, "Ah, I see."
"See what?"
He paused and said, "Why you called me, of course. Your back."
I grunted. It was more effort than usual. "How bad is it?"
"Broken," he said. "It's possible that, as a wizard, your body might be able to knit the ends back together over forty or fifty years. But there's no way to be sure."
"I need it to be better," I said. "Now."


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