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... red down at the ring of ingredients laid out across the table. My hands didn’t tremble, but they felt heavier than usual. Heavier with expectation.
'Today is the day.'
My thoughts moved, but slower. Qi had become sluggish.
Lotus rhizomes and skullcaps, dried and pre-charred, waited near the edge. Once ground, they’d become activated charcoal. Next to them, sliced astragalus root, to nourish blood and circulation, and distilled water to act as the carrier.
Then cam ...
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