"𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦," softly uttered the doctor.
The diagnosis is clear; Alessia had lost the ability to utter a single word for nearly a month. Her parents, initially unconcerned, grew tense upon hearing the news, overcome by a blend of emotions that the...
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After a few run-ins with the pirates of the New World on our way out onto the second part of Grand Line, we reached Arampam early this morning.
The island is large, and the culture very different from what we've experienced so far.
After giving my men a meeting point, I immediately sought out a bookstore to find out about their local medical practices.
The owner was kind enough to show me the most exhaustive works, but I decided to stay longer in case I came across anything else.
Alessia didn't come with me, and even though I'm trying to put two and two together, her absence is striking.
Relax, I reminded myself.
"You, young man, come and have your future read in the palm of your hand... !"
Out of curiosity, I turn sideways to meet the gaze of an old woman, her hair wrapped in a shawl. The queue is much longer than I had imagined. Clearly, the people here are rather spiritual.
