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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

Rana chews her bottom lip, watching the others who are still working.


"I mean—it's not that I don't think they're doing a good job. I'm not trying to control everything, just—I mean, I hope it doesn't seem that way."


She pauses, thinking to herself as she gazes around at the busy sidewalk. She seems to be second-guessing herself.


"I just don't want anybody getting overworked," she says after a moment. "I don't like the idea that I'm standing around while they're still working. But I don't want to be a control freak either, so—okay, maybe we should all just take a break. And it is getting close to noon; I don't want anybody getting sick because they didn't eat properly before the protest."


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