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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

Marlowe gives a little chuckle and smiles.


"Thanks. Honestly, everything's just kind of a blur right now—I don't feel like I know what I'm doing. I'm just surviving, I guess."


"That's okay, though," you say with a shrug. "That's still good. You have to do whatever you need to make sure you're okay."


"Yeah. That's true," Marlowe murmurs. "I guess I'm just so used to rushing around everywhere, trying to get so much stuff done. Now it's like everything is just about this."


They sigh and fall silent for a few moments.


"I don't know. I guess I just want to be more in control of my life," they say eventually. "It's only in the past few years that I've really been able to do that at all, and it's been amazing. Now, with all of this, I kind of feel like I should be able to push it to the side or something—like I shouldn't let it affect me at all. But that's not really how it works. So yeah, I can still be in control and not feel totally perfect at the same time."
