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... k with the sharp, comforting scent of dried herbs, resin, and oil. Olivia moved through the narrow aisles, touching them and remembering her past day.
Her fingers brushing over bundles of rosemary, jars of crushed myrrh, and stacks of parchment-thin willow bark. Damon followed closely behind, no longer the cold, calculating duke but simply a man beside her, sleeves rolled up, hair falling a little out of place.
"How do you even tell which leaf is good?" he asked, holding up two n ...
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