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This place makes my skin crawl. I still don't know what I'm doing here and there are more books than any three villages need. No one needs any weapons, and witches just fling their powers around. There are vehicles that go without horses.

It is nice no one's doing the curse of fucking bug eating.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

Fucking magic.

The magic in this place is amazing. It shouldn't exist but it does. I should be dead but I am not.

Hansel? Ben? Gretel?

On one hand, it's quite the relief to not be dead.
However, I do not understand this little machine and I do not know what has become of my friends.

Also, that terrible woman injured my arm and I have none of my supplies.