Winter had finally arrived and tables and chairs had been set up inside a large white tent. The Knights had a serious problem on their hands: Syr Cymbeline had tried out a new spell and unfortunately brought a gingerbread cookie to sentient life. It said its name was Ginger, Ginger Breadington...
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