The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The list was pinned to the damp stone wall with a rusted nail, the paper yellowing at the edges where the cellar air had seeped in. Margaret Holloway read it twice, her thumb tracing the inked lines of dried foxglove, belladonna, and nightshade, before she looked up at the trembling hands of her apprentice, Thomas Bradshaw. He stood in the corner, eyes wide, watching her grind the purple leaves...

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