Chapter 2: Rouen
Nicholas ducked into a random shop door just as the skies opened up with a sudden icy blast of sleet. Sharp, familiar smells wafted into his nose on swirling eddies of warm air mixing with the cold from the door as he looked about. It was an apothecary shop, and a well-stocked one, if Nicholas' nose was telling the truth. The shelves along the walls were packed with all manners of tools and ingredients, vials . . .
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