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“There’s not much to talk about. I’m an exile with a death warrant and a mate who’d rather kill me than have me expose the pack secrets.” Cassie’s eyebrows lift. “Is that what you think?” The question sits there, sticky and sharp. I look away, up at the line of drying herbs that bisects the room. There’s more variety here than in most apothecaries: sage, mugwort, skullcap, dried poppies hanging like little brown bells. Bundles of pale birch bark, glass jars packed with yellow roots and bitter leaves, whole shelves dedicated to vials of what I’d guess are poisons if I didn’t know Cassie’s reputation.

His white hair kept swishing over his eyes, and he impatiently smoothed it back every five seconds. He continued to stare at the book that lay on the floor. Taking up a mortar and pestle, he crushed bits and pieces of herbs inside. “Half an ounce of water,” he murmured, “A sprig of Sophia’s Tears. Interesting. I never knew that the plant had any medicinal qualities. Willow bark. Honey. Grind it together. Wait. That can’t be right.”

28 Sienna. There’s a rhythm to the apothecary I like best in the early hours. There were no customers, no clinking of bottles or awkward small talk. Nothing but the creak of floorboards and the quiet pulse of herbs straining through cheesecloth. Peace. Until recently, that peace had been dependable and predictable. Now it’s cracked.

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