A bubble rose lazily from the bottom of the cauldron, it broke the surface and exploded with a
pop
accompanied by the smell of lavender and frog guts.


    
“My sisters! Once this potion is complete, we shall have eternal youth in the palm of our hands!” shouted Winifred.


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Damian moved lightly on his feet as he made his way through the narrow hall. The usually creaky, old, wooden, stairs stayed silent as he made his way down them. Approaching the bottom, the noises of laughter became much more pronounced. Pushing though the rotten door at the end of the stairs, Damian was greeted with a rush of hot air accompanied by the sour smell of spilt beer. Inside the Inn’s main Tavern area, people were singing, dancing, and gen

    
Jak looked side to side and nervously tapped his foot. From his seat on the low stone wall, he had a clear view of both directions on the road that went into town. Jak began to chew at the edge of his fingernail.


    
“Nervous?” asked the mouth on his torso.


    
“A little”, J

    
Turning quickly, Angel drew her knife across the thug’s throat. It sliced liked butter and he fell into a heap at her feet. She wiped her knife and looked up just in time to see Damian ripping his arm out of a different thug’s chest, he dopped his arm to his side as the thug fell. Damian’s arm gleaned red the whole length past the elbow, dripping with blood. Damian stood unblinking as the man gasped and sputtered in front of him. His bod

    

Angela picked up her phone for the third time and checked the time. The adoring eyes of her Labrador, Bruce,

on her lock screen

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He’s late

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