Ch 111. Erotic Equations

The moonlight pirouettes upon the cobblestone streets, casting shadows that whisper secrets to the night breeze.

We creep through dark alleys to avoid being spotted by guards as Sasha, Bree, Naomi, and I wind our way through the city towards the potion shop. Like a riddle waiting to be solved, George Binge's emporium holds the promise of both salvation and peril.

Even if it’s almost midnight, the place is still open, a faint light flickering through the window. No rest for the wicked, huh?

I push open the creaking door of Safety Potions, its hinges groaning in protest, and step into a realm of fragrances and curiosities.

The interior is a mesmerizing sight to behold, as the flickering candlelight dances upon the myriad of shelves that line the walls. Each shelf is adorned with an array of jars, vials, and potions, each one beckoning with its own unique allure.

The glass jars vary in size and shape, their surfaces embellished with intricate etchings and swirling patterns. Some of the
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