The Fae King's Crimson Debt
In the shadow of the restless Fae woods, distance means little and fear seeps under every door. Abigail Foster is a pragmatic apothecary in Eldergloam, armed with bitterroot, iron filings, and a cold demeanor to survive the unforgiving edge of the mortal realm. But Abigail also carries the heavy burden of a disgraced family name-one whispered about by villagers who remember the Fosters' past knowledge of the magic beyond the tree line. When a hunter is dragged into her shop at twilight with a savage, unnatural wound, the village's paranoia reaches a fever pitch. Abigail knows the difference between mortal injuries and Fae work, but the boundary between the two is dangerously fragile. As rumors of restless trees and lurking horrors spread, Abigail must rely on her herbs, her iron, and her fiercely guarded secrets to survive in a town that fears her.
In the shadow of the restless Fae woods, distance means little and fear seeps under every door. Abigail Foster is a pragmatic apothecary in Eldergloam, armed with bitterroot, iron filings, and a cold demeanor to survive the unforgiving edge of the mortal realm. But Abigail also carries the heavy burden of a disgraced family name-one whispered about by villagers who remember the Fosters' past knowledge of the magic beyond the tree line. When a hunter is dragged into her shop at twilight with a savage, unnatural wound, the village's paranoia reaches a fever pitch. Abigail knows the difference between mortal injuries and Fae work, but the boundary between the two is dangerously fragile. As rumors of restless trees and lurking horrors spread, Abigail must rely on her herbs, her iron, and her fiercely guarded secrets to survive in a town that fears her.
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In the shadow of the restless Fae woods, distance means little and fear seeps under every door. Abigail Foster is a pragmatic apothecary in Eldergloam, armed with bitterroot, iron filings, and a cold demeanor to survive the unforgiving edge of the mortal realm. But Abigail also carries the heavy burden of a disgraced family name-one whispered about by villagers who remember the Fosters' past knowledge of the magic beyond the tree line. When a hunter is dragged into her shop at twilight with a savage, unnatural wound, the village's paranoia reaches a fever pitch. Abigail knows the difference between mortal injuries and Fae work, but the boundary between the two is dangerously fragile. As rumors of restless trees and lurking horrors spread, Abigail must rely on her herbs, her iron, and her fiercely guarded secrets to survive in a town that fears her.
