Hidden Under a Mountain of Salt

They vanish beneath a blinding, white crust, and for a while, you’re left with nothing but doubt. No foil to peel back, no skin to test, just the slow hiss of heat and the scent of herbs thickening in the air. Minutes stretch. You question everything—time, temperature, your own nerve—until the first crack of the hardened salt shell snaps through the quiet, and the in… Continues…

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