literary lion: pool (100)

with a flick, i lowered the flame under the cauldron and wound the rope, bringing it to safe height for bottling. the liquid shimmered silver under the moonlight, a pale effect against the dulled darker silver of the cauldron. drawing a ladle from the branch of the tree and a bag of vials, i measured out each spoonful, watching it pool in the vial and darken as the oxygen available to the potion was cut off. for the last stage, i ended the cauldron over the ground; the dregs formed a small pool, before new flowers began to sprout.

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