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Chapter Twenty Five - Saddle Sore
Liam watched in fascination as Willow assisted the farmer’s wife to brew up a foul-smelling concoction of herbs, garlic and radishes. “Well, if it don’t kill the worms, it might just kill me,” the farmer complained. “You’ll wish it killed you, for the first few days, till all the larvae are expelled,” Willow said with a dour expression. “Your stomach will pain, and the diarrhea will be awful, but it's necessary to purge the parasites from your body.” The farmer blanched, but he accepted the mug of medicine meekly. He coughed and gagged until he had downed the vile liquid. Willow left the instructions with the wife. “Every day, three times a day, no matter how he complains.” “Yes ma’am,” the farmer’s wife stacked up bulbs of garlic on her workspace, “I’ll make sure he takes it
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