The process itself required absolute precision and patience. First, the fresh, firm cloves of garlic had to be carefully crushed in a heavy stone mortar, releasing their potent, hidden oils into the crisp air. As the sharp aroma filled the room, the crushed cloves were gently stirred into a tall, steaming glass of rich milk, blending the fiery and the soothing into one unusual mixture.
At first glance, it looked like a concoction destined for disaster, but those who understood the ancient craft knew better. Rumors spread through the valley of a sudden surge in energy and an unbreakable shield against the harshest winter ailments. But just as the final drops were stirred and lifted toward the lips, a chilling realization struck about what happens next.
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