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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

There's a pause in which Marlowe just looks at you, that same, slightly stunned expression on their face. You almost feel as if the music, the lights, the people dancing around you have all fallen away, and it's nothing but the two of you.


In the space of a single, shimmering moment, Marlowe takes a tiny breath.


It's only when their hand touches yours that the music soars back to life, and as you're still reeling, you feel Marlowe taking your other hand as well, and then they're moving closer until your arms are around their waist and their hands are resting on your shoulders, and it's only now that you realize you're dancing together. You're moving as one to the music, feeling the beat running through your chest more clearly than your own heart.


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