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Not everyone came to Miss Flora’s shop with the right name for what ailed them. Some came for practical items—ringing pots for a winter stall, a corsage for a funeral—and left with the plant’s slow work begun. Others came with greed, wanting a quick fix for debts or the kind of trickery that heals no one. The Muri did not obey greed. Once, a petty thief slipped in at dusk and slipped a handful of coins from the till. The plant nearest him shed a leaf that fell like a small, green coin, and when he tried to spend it at the tavern his replica coin dissolved in his palm. He returned the stolen gold at dawn.

Miss Flora presented Diosa with a small terracotta pot, hand-grooved and painted with the town’s mark—a gull in a circle. The Muri inside had its offshoot and one of the copper wires wound lovingly around its base. “For when you need to remember what steadies us,” Miss Flora said. hardwerk 25 01 02 miss flora diosa mor and muri full

Diosa accepted it with a small bow. She set her own hand on Miss Flora’s shoulder, a touch like a punctuation mark. “You have done more than tend plants,” she said. “You have turned a shop into a place where people remember their own names.” Not everyone came to Miss Flora’s shop with