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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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With a shrug, you move on to the final room in the upstairs hallways, right at the back of the house: Grandma's study.

It's not a huge room, but big enough for a smart, wide desk and what seems like a small city of filing cabinets. Every surface is decked liberally with boxes, of course—except now that you're standing here, something strikes you about these boxes. You thought you had a feeling before, but now you can't shake it: for some reason, you're convinced there's something important in one of them. It's something about this room, about the study, and what Grandma would use it for. All the things she would lock up in these cabinets, just to keep you away from…

You just have a feeling that, somewhere around, there's something: