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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

It's well into the afternoon by now and the bustling crowds are starting to mellow, and when you make it to the ice cream stand, there's only a short line before you get to the front. Without hesitation, Tobias rattles off an order with about three flavors and five different toppings, leaving you feeling a little overwhelmed as you try to choose between the thirty other flavors on offer.


Once you get your cone, you notice something a little strange in the distance behind the ice cream stand: a couple of people standing together near the park gates. Since they're standing in shadow, you can't make out anything about them except that they seem to be holding lemonade, doing nothing except looking straight ahead. Following their gaze, you see that what they're looking at seems to be the donation stand, where Gus from the Town Council is currently unlocking a money box in order to count what's inside.


You look back at the two people by the gates, whose gazes seem to be fixed on Gus and the lockbox—and remembering what happened to the sculpture just a couple of nights ago in this very park—you wonder what might be on their minds.


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