Over the Ridge: Local Healers Deformed my Elbow

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A ridge in my life鈥攑ain, uncertainty, and resilience. With no doctors, I endured crude bone treatment, deep cuts, and foul concoctions. My father fainted from my suffering. A gentler healer brought slow recovery, but I was left with cubital varus 馃槶.

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