He pulled down three jars. From the first, he took a pinch of dried, serrated leaves. "Ginkgo biloba. It’s for the blood flow. Think of it as opening the highway to your brain."
The bell above the door of The Root & Kettle gave a soft, brassy chime as Elias stepped inside. The air was thick with the scent of dried rosemary, earth, and something sharp like eucalyptus that cleared his head instantly.
Elias walked out with the small bag tucked in his pocket. That night, he brewed the tea. It tasted like a forest floor—bitter, deep, and surprisingly honest.
Miller appeared, wiping his hands on a linen apron. He didn't look like a wizard; he looked like a retired biology teacher who spent too much time in his garden.
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