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His eyes widened.
The room glowed.
Angels sang in the distance (or maybe it was just his neighbor practicing opera).
“This…” he whispered, staring at the bottle,
“…is the elixir of life.”
From that day on, he was never seen without a bottle of julmust within arm’s reach.
People said he had one in every room of his house—even the bathroom, for emergencies.
The real trouble came in January.
As everyone knows, julmust is seasonal.
Stores stop selling it.
Shelves go dry.
Civilization crumbles.
For normal people, this is mildly inconvenient.
For Navih?
It was a catastrophe.
He sprinted from store to store, eyes wild, asking employees if they had “secret holiday stock in the back.” One store manager reportedly said:
“Please… stop coming here. We don’t have any.”
Desperate, Navih began rationing his final bottles like they were ancient treasure.