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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

First of all, Marlowe leads you through a door that opens onto a stairwell going down into the basement. At the bottom, you find yourselves in a large room filled with heavy machinery, which you assume was once the printing press. The actual machinery is roped off, and the room is set up almost as a museum, with small signs describing what each part of the mechanism was used for.


"I can't really imagine it actually working," Marlowe says as you weave between some snaking conveyor belts. "It must have been so loud. I wonder if it would still turn on?"


It's not long before you find out the answer; you come across a sign on the wall that says the press was deactivated when the newspaper went digital, and that some of its main parts were recycled into factory equipment.


"Oh, right," Marlowe murmurs. Gazing back at the broad room with all of its unmoving machines, they say: "Couldn't have it coming back to life and printing a bunch of ghost papers, I guess."


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