Under the Shadow of the Moon
All the tunnels tend to be interconnected, and when I got here, I almost got lost, but I’ve always had a good memory, so I make my way through be right tunnel.
When I reach my destination and push the trapdoor open, the faint scent of lavender and those pungent herbs fills the air. Anna is behind the counter, a pile of ancient-looking books spread before her. She glances at me, her face severe even though a smile flickers over her face.
“You look haunted,” she says, a hint of amusement in her voice as I brush the dust off my shirt. I grab my coat from the hanger right next to the trap door, and shrug it on.
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