The herb woman’s house was on the other side of the markets, an old house that was so narrow that its façade had room only for a single door and one window. The walls had once been painted black, but much of the paint had flaked off, showing the stone underneath. This was a pretty common state of affairs for the houses in the town, and it was a very unremarkable house. So unremarkable, in fact, that it would be easy not to notice it at all. That was until you got close and saw the line of animal skulls and teeth on the windowsill. There were bird skulls with the beaks still attached, rabbit skulls, deer skulls with antlers, and skulls of larger animals. There was also, on a little shelf halfway across the window, a line of blackened triangular teeth. Some were smooth, some had serrated edg
