After all, no matter how you feed the beast, it will still pull it, wild, into the forest ...

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Grimacing, the north drinks cold bitter water. She lies on edge on the tongue, stings him with needles. But nevertheless, Larre swallows an unpleasant and tart-sour medicine that binds his mouth. But he himself does not feel any weakness, nor the forces of decline. Meanwhile, the doctor teaches him:

“The Willand snowberry is extremely dangerous,” he explains patiently, “and its fruits are the most poisonous among the shrubs of this genus. You north are lucky I had the right antidote. And this poison is very insidious: if you stop drinking...