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The apothecary's second customercomplete
The bell is still ringing when you take him in. Good coat, dark wool, well-cut but soaked to the knee — he hasn't been out in the rain, he's been walking through wet grass, and a lot of it. His face has the greyish, soft-edged look of someo2 reads0 likes
The apothecary's second customercomplete
You have already turned the sign. The little glass lamp on the counter is trimmed low, and the shutters are half-drawn against the cold that comes off the Underwood at dusk. The shop smells of dried chamomile and the mineral tang of your gr2 reads0 likes
A garden of borrowed yearscomplete
You count them again. You close your eyes, open them, and count a third time because the number does not change and you need it to. Sixty-one. The stems hang above you on the oldest bough like small accusing fingers — three of them, pale wh2 reads0 likes
The apothecary's second customercomplete
The bell is still ringing when you take stock of him. Aldous Vane — though you don't know that name yet — stands in the doorway of your shop with the rain coming off his good coat in sheets. He is fortyish, clean-shaven, the kind of man who2 reads0 likes