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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

The song finishes with one last chorus, and you clap along with everyone else, cheering for more. Very soon, they oblige, and you and Marlowe quickly find yourselves becoming moving blurs under the lights as you dance to music that you can feel under your feet.


Finally, after another, slightly aching round of applause, the lead singer announces the last song of the night.


When it starts, however, it's not another fast song you can get lost in. This one is much slower—and as the band members start to sing, you realize it's a song about falling in love.


Marlowe, looking slightly surprised, doesn't move for a moment. Then they look at you—and you can see the question in their eyes


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