Novel & Cerita The Forgotten Home Apothecary Book

The door opened. Alex stepped in. He was holding something behind his back, and for the first time in days, his expression carried something close to softness. “You’re awake,” he said. “I couldn’t sleep.” He stepped closer and revealed it. A book. Old leather binding. Faded gold lettering. The Complete Compendium of Rare Herbs and Their Lost Properties. My breath caught before I could stop it. I had been searching for this for two years. Every archive. Every merchant. Every rumor.

So, he did what no one else dared. He flew out quietly and found himself standing in a small, herbal apothecary near the heart of Oldtown in Country L, where medicinal incense wafted like a whisper of forgotten wisdom. “Master Ye will not see you,” the assistant said coldly at first. “He does not entertain visitors.”

She opened the door and let her once best friend in. Ivy breezed in, her face set. Eliana couldn't find her voice for a while. She locked the door and followed Ivy inside. Ivy stood in the middle of the apartment and looked around. The apartment had been tastefully furnished, by Loretta of course, she had no eye for this things. But she was rich and no expense had been spared to make it a luxurious apartment befitting her status as the daughter of a rich man.

And he was running. Then I see it. Half-submerged in the puddle near the gutter's edge, nearly invisible against the dark stone. The medicine bottle. Father's medicine. The one Shen ran into a typhoon to get. Still sealed. Still whole. Lying in the gutter like something dropped by a person who had no choice, by a person whose hands were suddenly no longer his own. My knees almost give out. I reach for it slowly and turn it over in my fingers, and the cold that moves through me settles somewhere deep and permanent.

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.

“You have my word.” In fairness, the study had been feeling rather stuffy lately. And I, so used to keeping my hands busy to exhaustion, was getting restless being seated day in and day out. Some fresh air might do me a favor after all. As I made my way through the lower halls, I passed by a couple of iotas– one hunched over with a terrible cough. Grimly, I was reminded of the medical value we had lost in Derek. He had been a terrible person, but still a brilliant apothecary.

In that moment, she thought perhaps she should search for something—anything—that might have belonged to her before she lost her memory. She opened and closed drawers, checked the closet, but found nothing. Not even a single trace of who she used to be. Tired, she sat down on the edge of the bed. That dream she had—the one that haunted her—had stirred something inside her. A sudden desire to uncover her lost memories, though she didn’t even know where to begin. Rising from the bed, she stepped out of her room, walked down the grand staircase, and crossed the foyer. Her feet seemed to move on their own, carrying her to the back of the mansion. There, she found the storage room—the one that he

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