The Wistful Witness

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The air in the apothecary was thick with the scent of dried lavender and crushed willow bark, a perfumed heavy atmosphere that seemed to suspend time in the narrow, vaulted room where the shelves bowed under the weight of thousands of glass jars. You stood behind the counter, your hands stained a permanent ochre from years of handling saffron and turmeric, watching the morning light filter...

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