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The cop keeps his gun trained on The Witch and nods to her cart. "Open it. Slowly"

Her wrinkled fingers pry open the door. Dozens of miniature glass bottles, each one unique in shape and color, tinkle against each other.

"I can be useful, you know," she croaks, lifting a cloudy pink flask no larger than her finger. "Are you looking for love? One sip of this will send even the most stone-hearted prospect into a fit of passion."

The officer snatches the vial and regards the faintly-glowing fluid swirling within. "Another charlatan," he grunts, tossing it over his shoulder. He grabs the old woman's waterskin and takes a swig. "Plain water's worth more than your lies you dirty--"

He freezes and blinks at the Witch. Where before he saw a vile con artist, now he sees an old woman finding her way though a harsh world. Was his own mother so different? He lowers his gun. "Don't let me catch you tricking folks around here again."

The Witch smiles and snaps her cart closed. "With pleasure."

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