The collection featured an odd assortment of spindly, dry foliage. The leaves had sprouted from the top of long, thin stalks which sat in their own small space upon the table. Some rested in small vases, others sat upon their own dehydrated bulbs and roots which had been plucked from the ground whole. Each herb or flower had lost its particular enchantment, their spells had drained as they dried, lost to the shadows in the soil.
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