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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

After a long shower, you find yourself warming up pretty quickly. While it's still light, you brew another pot of tea and sit with Arctus on the couch in the living room, listening to the rain and hiding under a heavy blanket. It's strangely peaceful to sit inside and watch the storm blow past.


Still, it isn't long before it's dark outside, and you can almost feel yourself being lulled to sleep by the gently rattling rain outside. Keeping your eyes open just a little longer, you start to make your way up to bed.


When you're only a couple of steps away from the top, however, you hear a sudden knock at the door.


Turning around in confusion, you peer down into the darkened hallway—but after a moment's hesitation, you head back down the stairs and ease open the front door.


But as you gaze out through the thinning rain, your eye is caught by a flicker of movement as the bright yellow door on the house across the street swings shut.


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