“Congratulations!” Her sister’s—her usurper’s—smug aura mocked her. But the Brewmaster—the true Brewmaster—had fulfilled the doctor’s demands. She was still at her “normal” weight. She was “cured.” So she simply smiled and stepped off the scale. “This is certainly a weight off my shoulders!” “Ha! And not just your shoulders, either.” The usurper poked her now-trim waist. “Seriously, though, it’s a weight off mi
Part 1: The Return of the Brewmaster
By: JohnQ
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