The Thirteenth Prescription: Every cure takes something from you

Greymoor City doesn't sleep. It listens.After midnight, in an alley that isn't on any map, a pharmacy opens its door. No address. No licence. No hours. The Iridian Apothecary doesn't sell medicine - it sells the impossible. A knee that will never heal. A grief that won't lift. A memory someone would give anything to have back.Every cure works. Every cure takes something. And the price is never money.Lena Morrell is a journalist who believes in what she can verify. Then five people die in a single month with nothing wrong with them. A courier tells her about a remedy that mended his leg and took something he can't name. And a door appears in a street she has walked a hundred times.Behind the counter waits Vale Iridian - a man who has been keeping the city's accounts for far longer than any man should, and who already knows her name.Greymoor has been choosing someone. Twelve times before. Twelve prescriptions filled. The thirteenth is still open.To close it, someone has to pay a cost large enough to balance an entire city. And the city has already decided who.Lena came for a story. She is going to be handed a ledger.The Thirteenth Prescription is an atmospheric urban fantasy about debt, sacrifice, and a city that keeps score - for readers of dark, slow-burn supernatural fiction where the streets are alive and nothing is given for free.