Chapter 164
As Dr. Merill began reinforcing the pharmacy's defenses, a sense of urgency settled over us. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were running out of time. The Minister's condition was likely deteriorating, and every moment we wasted was a moment closer to irreversible damage.
While Dr. Merill boarded up the windows, I didn't ask what I could do to help; I simply started doing. I knew my grandmother's journals were our best bet. She always said, "The old ways are the best ways," and when it came to herbs and poisons, she was rarely wrong.
I pulled out the worn leather-bound volume, its pages filled with her meticulous notes and sketches. As I flipped through the brittle pages, I muttered to myself, "Come on, come on, where are you?"
"What are you looking for, Alayna?" Dr. Merill asked, hammering another board into place.
