The Wistful Mountain

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2026-08-20 12:17:11 -

The soup was a viscous, amber sludge that clung to the back of my throat with a tenacity that felt less like sustenance and more like an accusation. It was a pharmaceutical broth, thick with turmeric and ginger and the sharp, medicinal bite of black pepper, a concoction that Margaret had insisted on for three days straight, claiming it would purge the "toxicity" from my blood, though the...

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