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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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No matter what anyone else says, you can't believe that these developments are the only hope this town has at the moment. You can't believe that the only option is one which will hurt the forest, and maybe the town as well. As long as there's still time, you're going to do everything you can to stop these developments from happening.

You don't really know what else you can do, but you're not going to give up trying. Your only fear is that, no matter what you say in this meeting, there's a chance the Town Council just won't listen. After all, holding a meeting is easy. Maybe it's nothing more than a last-ditch effort to win back public approval.

That doesn't mean you're not planning on saying anything. But if the only chance you have to save the forest depends on hoping that the Town Council pays attention to what you say—that just doesn't seem like enough.

As you hear Dina start to explain for the tenth time that she is an impartial judge in all of this, you find yourself gazing about the room, taking in the other audience members. Some seem satisfied with what they're hearing; others murmur quietly with their neighbors, shaking their heads with what looks like disdain. Strangely, though, you think that if you had walked in off the street with no idea what was going on, you wouldn't believe that today was the day of a vote that could decide so much about the town's future. Everything just seems so…calm.

It's only as you look around that you spot one major difference between today's meeting and last week's.

You can't see Mr. Clarence anywhere.

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