Discarding old items could spell ruin for me.

Wayward's Shop of Mysteries is open for business, and I couldn't be more excited. The shelves may be empty now, but they won't be that way for long.

My first spell will change everything, but unfortunately, before I can cast my first spell, things go horribly wrong.

When the residents of Snowton Heights fall ill one right after another, there's one common denominator – a bottle from my shop. Rumors fly that I am behind the mysterious poison. I must clear my name before any more bodies drop.