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Aiden watched a small red-headed girl pacing outside the shop. She tugged nervously at the drawstrings on her jacket and her shoulders curled inward as if to make herself smaller. It was dusk, and October certainly wasn't the best time of year for children to visit the apothecary. There was no telling what creatures might appear as the barrier between the living and dead weakened. By the girl's expression, you'd think the grim reaper himself might be inside.