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It also hosts more magic per resident than any other town east of the Mississippi, but that portion of the census is in the bottom of a very nondescript filing cabinet, and the key disappeared under mysterious circumstances when the whack job who owns the occult store and his wife or sister or whoever that woman is came in to deliver a petition against the closing of one of many local graveyards, bearing the signatures of every resident of their neighborhood, alive or dead in the past fifty years. That's really just par for the course in Pennyweather, and many residents who've never even attempted magic are quietly aware that there's something special about their little town.
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