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When you were a kid, you lived with your grandmother in the small town of Silvertree, on the edge of a magical forest. Grandma is a witch, and she taught you how to use your magic to affect the natural world, too. “Magic is a part of you,” she always told you. “Learning how to use it means figuring out who you are.”

Now you’re 19 and on your own. After years of living in the forest while you perfected your witchcraft, you’ve returned to take care of your grandmother’s house and crow-familiar while she’s gone. Figuring out who you are feels more important than ever - not to mention, figuring out what Silvertree is. A lot is just as you remembered: the friendly generous next-door neighbors with a kid just your age, the proud town council, the quaint little shops with quirky punny names, the gentle shadowy forest full of magic.

Stone in the shoe

Standing out in the cool air a little longer, you try to remember the street the last time you were here.


You picture yourself running from the gate up to your grandma's door before taking off to explore the wilderness that grew around the house. You remember climbing trees, letting bugs crawl on your hands, watching birds from the kitchen window; but you know you were too young to have noticed whether that one streetlamp was broken back then as well, or whether those holes had always been in the road.


You even have a vague recollection of running around with another kid from time to time, but the memory is so faint you can't really picture them. You think your grandma could probably tell you more about whoever they were—but then you remind yourself that it's just going to be you in the house for a while. You'll have to wait.


Sighing, you look down at the bags in your hands. They're:


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