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Stone in the shoe

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.

PlayerOliver · Fantasy
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443 Chs

19

Just like you did when you first arrived, you put your whole weight on the door and twist the handle as far as it will go. Nothing happens.

You don't give up, groaning as you shove yourself face-first into this unmoving slab of wood. Your shoulder is cramping and your feet are starting to slip, with no sign that the door will ever open—but just as you're about to slump backwards, defeated, the door gives way by a millimeter.

Standing back, you test the door again normally and find that you can now push the door inwards by the tiniest amount imaginable. It seems from this that the door isn't locked after all—but rather that something is blocking it from the other side. Something very heavy, or very hard.

You figure that if you're ever going to get behind this door, you'll need to be much, much stronger.

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