True sickness has found me. A cold and unrelenting rain has fallen on the village. The river is agitated. Rising smoke from the furnaces across the hillside. The people are taking shelter. I’m supposed to leave tomorrow, but I can’t go on in my current condition. The family has been good to me. They’ve given me natural medicines, local honey, and warm milk straight from the cow. I think I’ll stay another day.
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