[c. 13th Century ~]
Murmur was a pedestrian monk, who preferred living an uncomplicated life: going about the world saying little, and helping where he could.
Little was known of him, except that he did have a remarkable talent for healing, and at times with miraculous circumstances.
His father and brothers had all been gifted similarly. Within his family this talent was referred to as ‘the touch’ - being an abbreviation of ‘the touch of God’ - however this expression, in humility was shortened, when it was rarely referred to.
This same power that had lived through his father and brothers, had also taken them down a certain road to death.
For although their influence was uncannily restorative to others, it had held no protection for the conditions that they themselves took on. With a mantle of scabs, or the fury of a fever, it appeared that death had clung fast to these healers, during their evacuations of the sickness and ailments then transmitted.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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