I avoided The Shop That Must Not Be Named and The Potions Cauldron, but did go into this shop, thinking I might find a suitably New Age-y gift for a friend of mine. It seemed more Halloween than New Age, with skull candles and jars of sweets with ghoulish names, but I did like the giant dragon guarding the door.
I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Sunday, August 16, 2026
The Society of Alchemists
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England,
Harry Potter,
stores,
tourist attractions,
York,
Yorkshire
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- Wuthering Wind Farm
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- The Old White Lion
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