360 – You could say you're sick…
Hi folks. Sella caught the sniffles somewhere between the glacier pass and the pepper market, and Fenwick — bless him — prescribed his infamous pepper-brew. Readers have been asking for the recipe for years. There isn't one. There must never be one.
The title went through eleven drafts, all worse than this. Sometimes the pun picks you.
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