The second day, I woke to a strange heaviness in my limbs and a tingling in my hands. I blamed it on age and the sea air. Lyanna greeted me at breakfast with a bright, fixed smile and a steaming mug of tea. “A special blend from Charleston,” she said. “Good for stress.” It smelled of mint and something else, something earthy and unfamiliar. After half a cup, a strange fog settled over my mind. Not dizziness, but a dull, cloudy sensation, as if someone had turned down the lights in my brain.