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Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I grew up in a private healing community, tucked away in Montana’s Bitterroot Valley. We’re one of those places that doesn’t show up on Google Maps a sanctuary where ancient healing traditions will thrive. Think Sedona meets Johns Hopkins, but with stricter privacy protocols

collapsed on a mountain trail, a Western Diamondback bite turning his arm black. Our traditional antivenom saved

working her slip and fall” routine outside Whole Foods. Lorenzo happened to pull up in his Tesla, recognized me, and helped shot down the con. Seeing how I struggled with everything from Uber to Netflix, he appointed himself my guide to modern life. The rest was history – or

with a knife. I took the blade meant for his throat, but the price was my sight. Lorenzo

taste

gates – my mentor Dr. Sarah Bishop among them. Seeing them felt like exhaling after holding my breath

said, her eyes knowing. “Sure about walking

Watch them play house? I

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