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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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Once you've seen how the exhibition is progressing, Robin stays behind to help with a little more work, and you head back up to the surface. Leaving the Town Hall behind, you turn a corner and start making your way back along the main street.

Even though there are signs throughout the town that things are beginning to change in Silvertree, it's no clearer than here in the center of it all. No fewer than three stores have already been rebranded with the "Alberobello" name, and there are yet more posters filled with illustrations of just how the town and the forest will look once the developments are done. But what stands out even more are the protest fliers that have been stuck over the top of most of the posters, calling for the namesake Alberobello Forest to be protected instead of exploited.

Another new thing is the sturdy wooden sign somebody has erected in the middle of the pedestrian path, bearing the words: "Save Our Ranches!" Underneath, there are pictures of both of Silvertree's nearby ranches, Twin Ranch and Tamblyn Acres. It's not clear who exactly put up the sign, but you would guess it was somebody who either works at, or maybe even owns, one of the ranches, since the smaller text beneath the photographs reads: "Silvertree's two historic ranches are on the brink of collapse. For now, the only hope of survival for either is if the other goes out of business. If the Town Council cares about local industry, they will ensure that both of us can exist well into the future. At the next Town Meeting, tell the Council to save our ranches!"

Seeing it all, you think to yourself: