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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.

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As soon as you get on the floor, you're already dancing, moving every part of you in time to the music—and in sync with Marlowe. The two of you utterly throw yourselves into it, laughing as you try to out-do the other's energy. After a few verses, you even manage to pick up enough of the words that you can sing along:

I think we should dance in the summer. I think we should dance with each other. I think we should dance in the sun; it would be pretty fun, pretty lover.

As more and more people join the dancing, you and Marlowe get pressed closer together, and as you move, you feel Marlowe's arms brushing against yours, their hands sometimes catching against your fingers and their warm breath on your skin as the space gets ever smaller. You can't avoid their eye when you're this close together, and each time your gazes lock, you feel another rush that has nothing to do with the music.

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