A Bewitching Brew

It was a business idea born one Halloween night. A coffee house infused with a little mystical magic – spells, potions, elixirs, and maybe a hex here or there. I would open at odd hours – when the competition was sleeping. Midnight to noon. It was all brilliant and I made the vision a reality. It was working like a charm – and selling for eight dollars a cup, it was a very expensive charm, at that.

It was all so perfect, until rumors started about how I was poisoning my customers.

That's when...