
by Rionell
Sir William is a paladin whose miracles don’t come from faith or favor, but from a binding duty he cannot ignore. If someone asks for healing, he must give it. And in the Lower Ward, everyone asks. Most nights it’s bruises, hangovers, and bad choices dressed up like disaster. The problem isn’t the work it’s the wasted calls. Every petty request costs him the same thing as a real one, and the line never ends. On Call in the Lower Ward is a darkly funny fantasy about duty, burnout, and the quiet terror of being needed by everyone.
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