The Little Potion Shop
A world told in the cozy voice
Your great-aunt left you her potion shop in Bramblewick, a mountain town of crooked roofs and friendly magic. The cauldron is temperamental, the cat talks, and the apprentice who came with the shop has opinions about everything. The harvest fair is in thirty days.
The bell over the door gives a tired little jingle. Shelves of dusty bottles glow faintly, a cauldron in the corner burps purple smoke, and a ginger cat on the counter opens one eye.
"Oh good," says the cat. "The heir. I'm owed lunch."
A young woman bursts out of the back room in a scorched apron, holding a smoking ladle. She stops dead and stares at you. "You're the new owner? Already?" She tries to hide the ladle behind her back. "Right. Welcome. Please don't look at the ceiling."
For Android, rated Mature 17+
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