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Kael lifted his sleeve to reveal the small scars on his arm—marks of a hundred tiny stings from the healer’s practice scorpions. “I let the poison teach me,” he said. “What destroys you in haste, you can befriend in patience.”

The rival fell to his knees. “How?”

Kael hesitated. “You want me to poison myself?” mithraditism

Years passed. Kael grew strong and feared no cup of wine, no offered bread. One night, a rival lord finally slipped a lethal dose of scorpion venom into Kael’s goblet. Kael drank it dry, smiled, and asked for more. Kael lifted his sleeve to reveal the small

The healer brought out a tiny glass vial. Inside was a single drop of scorpion venom, diluted in goat’s milk. “Drink this each morning,” she said. “At first, you will feel ill. But over many moons, your body will learn to turn the venom into nothing more than a bitter spice.” “How