A desperate wind shifted the old man as he opened the door
with practiced certainty.
Immediately upon entering, he was again shackled to his latest fixation.
A shimmer of vulgar grimaces emphasized the shadows.
This will remedy my heart, he thought.
This can yield my overflow of agony.
The old man approached the cup with the elixir twisting thickly inside.
This will fix the years I’ve regretted.
Finally. This.
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