Terrors and Tinctures

A knock on the door after dark. Especially if it's a delivery of potion ingredients you didn't order.

When a shadowy stranger drops off an unlabeled tincture kit at the apothecary—along with a cryptic note—I try to tell myself it's just another odd Tuesday in Willowbark. Then people start falling into enchanted sleep. One by one. All dreaming the same chilling vision.

A corpse hanging from a tree in the...