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I left Howling Falls faster than you can say “bless you” after someone sneezes. Something called me back. I say something, because I didn’t talk to anyone. Just found myself on a plane. Then a train. Then a bus. Then BAM–back in my hometown. Now I find out there’s a sleeping-beauty-sickness dropping magick folk left and right. Nothing will wake them up.

Except me.

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