The Apothecary of the End
The year was 1348, and the world was dying. The Black Death had turned the cities of Europe into open graves, and the air was thick with the scent of vinegar, sulfur, and decay. Thomas lived in a small village in the foothills of the Alps, a man of herbs and silence, surviving where others had perished by a combination of luck and a fanatical devotion to hygiene. He found the eagle in the...
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