Greetings, denizens of Storybrooke.
Never before have I felt so strongly that I have walked into a story, even though the tales to be told here are not mine, and indeed are not from my world.
It seems pointless to ask how I have appeared here, since I believe they would have told me that on my arrival had they known. I will put it down, perhaps, to faerie magic, until a better answer can be found.
So instead of asking such a question I will merely introduce myself. Greetings, my name is Kvothe, son of Arliden, currently a student at the Arcanum in Imre. I have lived tales, loved women, faced evil and survived, faced grief and wept tears for those I have lost. And that, I fear, is only part of my tale.
Tell me, what are the stories to be found in Storybrooke?
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