Chapter Twenty Four
Wild Herbs & Warm Invitations Morning at the café began with a yawn, a flick of Althea’s fingers, and a broom that swept itself across the polished floorboards while humming something suspiciously close to a lullaby. The windows, still fogged with dreams, blinked open one by one with soft creaks. The scent of roasted chicory beans and sweet earth filled the space as Nerissa twirled into the front room, her curls still damp from dew, balancing a tray of mugs and giggling at a floating sugar jar trying to sneak a taste of its own contents. Bryn, already in his apron, was setting up the tables outside with that charming smile of his, whistling a tune that made the ivy hanging over the café’s arch sway gently like it was dancing. A sleepy little fae moth zipped past his head and settled on
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