A Little Merlot, A Little Magic
The recipe called for two glasses of Merlot (poured from a cursed silver chalice, obviously), a few careful drops of rabbit tears, three-hundred-year-old alabaster dust, and the usual sacrifice to make it pop—a small confession whispered into the abyss, forever owned by the powers that be. Tying her heavy hair back, Gem leaned over the muddled berry-like stew and breathed from her guts.
