Destitute On His Doorstep (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
With windows on two sides, the room was filled with light. When she entered she took a deep breath, surprised that the air in Gwen’s sanctum was still thick with the familiar spicy odours of herbs and roots and fungi. Peering around, she half-expected to find her stepmother pounding away with her pestle as she prepared some concoction or other. Gwen had always kept the stillroom pristine. Now it was untidy and in need of a thorough clean, but otherwise little changed. Dozens of glass vials, bottles and jars in orderly ranks in the cupboards and on shelves gleamed in the light from the window, along with pestles and mortars, drying frames and stacks of bandages and dressings. On a writing desk in the corner were the black ledgers in which she had written down her recipes and notes for an assortment of symptoms and diseases. Even her apron was still hanging at the back of the door, and the basket she had used to collect the plants was on a stool. It was as if Gwen had just slipped out and would be back any moment.
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