Blood and Herbs
The house smelled of damp wood and something else—something sweet and earthy, the kind of scent that clings to curtains and never really leaves, no matter how many times you open the windows. Bell Thorne stood in the doorway of the library with the grandmother's herbal manuscript open in his hands, reading by the light of a single candle because the electricity had been out since the storm...
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