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But she laughed it off, ignoring the strange flutter in her chest. The apothecary smelled of dried jasmine and ironwort. Shelves towered with amber jars, handwritten labels curling at the edges. Master Ye stood by the counter, grinding something in his brass mortar. “You’re late,” he said without looking up. “I brought you red lotus petals,” Arla said, holding out the parcel. “Fresh. Picked this morning.”

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Talia told him about a few herbs that she mixes to treat open wounds and the ones that are good for reducing swelling and fever. “Do you want to learn more?”, Travis asked. “There are books I can recommend.” “Yes, please!” Travis stood up and walked to the wall shelf where several books were arranged. He pulled out one thick book with dark blue covers. Based on the worn-out look, it was obvious that the book was used a lot.

All of the shops were open with green lines painted in front of their doors. One shop in-particularly caught my eye, it was a small apothecary and the sign in the window said ‘Deformity cures sold here’. I approached the small shack crossing the green line painted on the floor to find 1,000s of small vials filling the shelves and a decrepit old woman behind the counter. She wore a dress that resembled a potato sack and her hair was a messy grey. I approached her speaking “I’m sorry for intruding ma’am, but what’s a deformity cure? How does it work?” “If you aren’t a witch dabbling in corrupted magic then it doesn’t apply to you.” She bluntly spoke not even looking up at me.

Then, the heavy oak door groaned inward on rusted hinges, revealing a pitch-black interior that smelled overwhelmingly of dried nightshade, crushed beetles, and old copper. "State your business, or leave your fingers on the threshold," a voice rasped from the gloom—flat, ancient, and utterly devoid of warmth. "We are looking for an apothecary who deals in illicit soul-binding reagents," Thalen said smoothly, stepping across the threshold without waiting for an invitation. "Bold," the voice cackled, a dry, rattling sound like dead leaves scraping across flagstones. "Or profoundly stupid. Step into the light so I can see what kind of arrogant fools wander into Madame Kaelin’s cellar after midn

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He whispered, planting a quick kiss on my lips as I slowly shook my head. “I'll take you to the room.” He offered, walking me out. Shit! What the hell did Kira do? ……. Ready for a visual treat? I'm thrilled to share my creative process with you on TikTok. Check my handle, ‘Books_haven’ Join me for book-related fun, character insights, and behind-the-scenes peeks into my writing world.

He wouldn't do what needed to be done. I scrolled down to a number I had saved years ago, a number given to me by a shady merchant in the lower district. "The Apothecary." It was a code name for a witch who dealt in poisons. Poisons that left no trace. Poisons that could make a miscarriage look like a tragic accident. I hit dial. It rang twice before a raspy female voice answered. "What do you need?" "I need something strong," I said, my voice steady now. "Something that can get rid of a parasite. A very... strong parasite."

The village of Briar Hollow sat quietly between rolling green hills and ancient forests. It was small enough that everyone knew one another, yet large enough for merchants to pass through on their journeys between kingdoms. At the edge of the village stood a modest stone-and-wood cottage with a small shop attached to its front. A wooden sign hung above the entrance. Willow & Thorn Apothecary Inside, shelves overflowed with bundles of dried herbs, glass jars filled with colorful petals, medicinal roots, beeswax candles, and fragrant teas.

I repeated. “Indeed. One sent to that house every month. And yet, the owner of the house himself never knew about it. I suspect it must be some kind of drug, as it came from an apothecary.” “Really? Which one?” I asked again. “If I recall… I believe it was called the ‘Euphoria Apothecary’. Do you know it?” I grimaced a bit at the question. “Yeah. It’s a place that sells homemade medicine. Supposedly, at least.”