ALEXIS
As I pushed open the door to Iris Nightshade's shop, a tiny bell jingled, announcing my arrival. The scent of incense and lavender assaulted my senses, and my eyes landed on shelves cluttered with colorful bottles and jars, each promising miracles and magic. The air was thick with the desperation of those seeking answers from the arcane. I reminded myself why I was here: Erin Donnelly's life hung in the balance, and this place held a piece of that precarious puzzle.
The woman behind the counter looked up, her smile as artificial as the gemstones adorning her wrists. "Welcome to Nature's Whisper," she chimed in a voice that tried too hard to sound mystical.
I didn't have time for pleasantries. "I need to speak with you about something important," I said, locking eyes with her.
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