Chapter 83
Ready to Shake The Market
For three days and three nights, I worked in the attic.
Not with frenzy, not with desperation, but with the steady, deliberate precision of a craftswoman who knew exactly what she was doing. The mortar tool glimmered faintly beneath my hands, catching light where there was none, harmonizing essences that should have resisted one another. My grandmother's wisdom moved through me like a second pulse, guiding pressure and proportion, reminding me that true potency came not from force, but from balance.
When I was finished, seven type of perfect bottles stood arranged on dark velvet atop my humble wooden table.
They held more than herbs.
They held intention, distilled understanding passed down through generations of healers who knew that medicine must speak not only to body, but also to spirit
