Chapter 20 The Moth and the Flame

The smell of fish guts was impossible to scrub away.

I stood bent over the minuscule washroom in our apartment above the apothecary, washing Leo's arms with lavender soap until they were pink.

"It's still stinky, Mama," Leo complained, scrunching up his nose.

"I know, baby. I know."

I rinsed the...

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