I have lived in this village my whole life. I grew up knowing the other shop keepers up and down the main road. The butcher worked with the crane and wagon. He was always blocking the road. His shop was on the left side of the street. Daniel Smith sold produce on the right side diagonally from the butcher. The dressmaker, Mr. Johnson had his shop on the left side in front of the arch. The pub sat between the dressmaker and butcher.
Our shop was different from the others. Our shop stood in the other side of the arch hidden from the front of the village. I was the third generation to help run the shop. My grandmother and mother made candles, potions, salves, and various teas. My grandmother and I had a specialty that people came whispering about. We were able to take memories. Everyone in the village had come to us at least once.
The shop was small with two windows at the front. There were several herbs and flowers that hung in them. The walls were covered with red cloth that had gold accents. Three chandeliers held candles that gave the shop a soft glow. To the left of the room there was a table where we mixed our slaves, teas, and potions. On the right side, we made candles. The back room was split into two. One side to hold the rest of our ingredients and a side where we took memories.