![]() ![]() “Killing and secret-keeping… had begun to rot me from the inside out, and something inside meant to tear me open.”Įliza, a twelve-year-old on request from her mistress, comes to Nella’s shop to retrieve a poison for her mistress’s husband who has shown a dangerous interest in Eliza. She has taken up the banner of helping women dispose of men. After taking on her mother’s occupation, a terrible betrayal leads her to rebrand her skills. Nella, the dispenser, shrouds her shop in secrecy. The shop has not quite lost its popularity, but instead of tinctures of healing, the vials that leave that shop bring death. In 1791 “buried deep behind a cupboard wall at the base of a twisted alleyway in the darkest depths of London…” you’ll find a once popular apothecary shop. “This is my work, my grief to bottle up and dispense.” ![]()
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