Toll of the Vine

The planter by the bed was bare. The sweet potato vine that used to be thick and full was now stripped clean. Only a few thin stems remained, with tiny new shoots at the tips.

Thalia frowned in confusion.

It had been a Level 5 plant, lush and healthy. There had to be over a hundred leaves. How could it go bald overnight?

She touched her chest. It no longer hurt. Her bones felt back in place.

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