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Everyone in Everwell already knows what cursed the mason. Dr. Nell Hadley is the only person in town who checks. One clinic, one class that cannot cast a single spell, and one more patient Everwell would rather not look at too closely. Jem Cartwright has paid for three uncursings this year, and none of them took, because a curse was never the problem. The town's herbwife, Osla Marden, has spent decades keeping this street alive on remedies and territory, and she does not think much of the doctor who showed up asking questions instead of buying her tonics.

Rowan Keel trusts records more than rumors. Then she inherits Tideglass Light, a storm-worn lighthouse whose fog bell preserves the last sound a victim heard. Brinewick wants Reeve Sutter's death filed as an accident and forgotten before the tourist season turns sour. Rowan sees gaps where the official record should be solid: a sealed key, a tide window no one can explain, a harbor office too eager to close the file, and a bell that answers only in sound.

A tea shop can comfort the grieving. This one can make grief testify. Nell Calder runs The Last Leaf Tea Room on Kettle Lane, where the right blend can return a final trace of what a person, place, or object remembers. The leaves do not name killers. They do not hand her easy answers. They offer scent, warmth, pressure, and the occasional inconvenient truth, then Nell has to do the dangerous part herself: turn wonder into ordinary proof that a constable, a rival, and a frightened town can check in daylight.

Dr. Nell Hadley died at the end of a double shift, which was rude, because she still had charts to file. She woke up in a fantasy spa town instead. Everwell is the healthiest town in its province. Ask anyone. Especially the sick ones. The System hands Nell the one class nobody wants: [Diagnostician]. No healing spells. No combat spells. No spells at all. Just the ability to find out what is actually wrong with you, in a town that has spent forty years agreeing not to ask. She opens a clinic in a dead washhouse at the bottom of Steam Row anyway. Three coppers a visit, or bread.

He came to Mosswhistle for a dry meal. The village gave him a class, a ledger, and a very smug job board. Oren Vale used to break siege walls for the crown. Now he wants nothing more than a quiet road, a cracked campaign mug, and the freedom to be nobody important. Then the Mosswhistle Helpful Board rings. One failing roof beam later, Oren is accidentally bound to the village as an Unlisted Helper, a civic class that rewards repairs, restraint, and public usefulness instead of combat. No kill credit. No heroic loot drops.