Lake Lewisia #430

They made a little ritual of it every Sunday: filling the pill sorter for the week with capsules, and tablets, and the bulky hand-formed chewables, all the medicines and supplements required to keep their body functioning. Each new symptom presented to the cadre of witches and mad scientists managing their care since the resurrection, from misfiring neurons to decaying skin, inevitably meant another new pill added to the roster. There was a price to be paid for any life, they supposed, and that price went up for a second life.

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LL#430