The step at the entrance is worn smooth. A bell above the door. Inside, the shelves go all the way to the ceiling, dried herbs, stoppered bottles, folded fabrics, things without labels. A lantern hangs low over the counter. There is a curtained doorway at the back that you don't ask about. The board outside says what's in today. It always has exactly what you need.
The swallow pin lives here. The card with the rosemary in the fold. Everything that carries her mark. Take what you came for. Leave when you're ready.
