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... . After Celeste’s wounds, the place fell into dust and shadows, the smell of dried herbs and ashes clinging to the warped beams like ghosts refusing to be exorcised. Magnolia stood in the doorway now, cloak drawn tight around her shoulders, breath misting in the draft that slithered across the stone floor.
Inside, the shelves sagged under glass jars with labels so faded they may as well have been written in another tongue. Bundles of sage and yarrow crumbled where they hung, furred over ...
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