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He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

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.

It was like we were in a museum. While we waited for Mang Bading, I took a look at the books that surrounded us. I saw some books that were written in other languages. And I don’t think that I saw anything that was familiar to me. It seemed that they were filled with knowledge about magic, healing, and herbalism.

It’s like my own personal heaven. I walk slowly between the rows, dragging my fingers along the spines of the books. Some are new. Some are so old their titles have faded off completely. I find books on werewolf history, on herbs and healing, on the different bloodlines of the kingdom. I even find one that looks like a cookbook, filled with strange ingredients I’ve never heard of. I lose track of time flipping through them, sinking into a worn leather chair near the center of the room. The quiet is peaceful. So different from the chaos outside these walls.

Quinn opened the sachet of Apothecary Stomach Pill, which contained only 1.3 grams of powder. As soon as she tore the sachet open, she could smell a very strong scent of medicine. Although similar medications such as the Kobayashi Stomach Pill and the Ottasan Stomach Pill also had relatively strong medicinal aromas, Quinn felt that the scent of the other two medications were far less pleasant and comforting compared to the scent of the Apothecary Stomach Pill.

She asks curiously “That’s about the only kind of books in the shelf now.” There have been few things in my life done for the joy of them. Perhaps in the time before going to SeraphFall manor, there were things I enjoyed doing, but those memories are lost on me. Even going to the Sigmond Manor today, I simply knew where to go, but there were no memories of the years spent living there. “It’s not poisons themselves, but the apothecary knowledge related to them that I would prefer keeping in my mind.” I tell her calmly “I’ve tampered with quite a few poisons and experimented with their mixtures.”

Star gave me a bear hug despite her small frame. My arms remained at my side, looking around the apothecary store she held just outside our pack. There was everything from sage sticks to ward off ghost, which didn't exist, to actual toad eyes lined across her shelves. Large tapestry of the constellation hung on some walls while others were lined ceiling to floor with books. Star had everything a human mind conjured as magic, to everything that was actually magical in her shop. "Not so little anymore. I need your help." I grunted, trying to pry her arms off me. She huffed strands of black hair from her lightly wrinkled face giving me her very disapproving grey eyes.

Viktor suspected that the rarity of some of the books there might rival that of the volumes in the library of the School of Magic itself or even the library that was housed in the Imperial Academy of Magic in the capital. Viktor was in a state of ecstasy. I imagined all the wisdom that would be available there for someone who wanted to increase their knowledge about the human body and all its diseases, and improve the chances of curing that same collection of organs, perhaps it would even be possible to find grimoires with unique and special spells impossible to find. in other parts of the world. He walked over to the books to read the titles. Some, such as Herbs of the Assembly Territory an

I wasn’t a fan of theft, but my hand’s literally itched to take possession of that one shirt that will no doubt give me unexplainable satisfaction. HOLD IT!.. We all find our guilty pleasure in a variety of different things, and mine undoubtedly is everything linked to anime. Thus I reach out to it, not to steal it but to have a better look at it. However, as I lay my hand upon the wall or so I thought, what seems to be a flat rectangle plate emerges from nowhere. It bore a book on top that resembled a diary. Curiosity taking the better of me, I lift my right hand as I reach out for it. Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtai

“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.