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It was the dead of night at the Elbion College of Magic. Scant few were walking the halls and no one was in the college’s expansive food Pantry. A surplus of goodies both local and exotic, kept fresh by magic which allowed seasonal delicacies all year round for the students and staff. Amidst...

The sun was setting, blue and purple shadows growing longer and darker. Small brown boots swung back and forth on a abandoned stone well, dancing over a dark abyss with no end in sight. Even smaller hands fiddled with a tin container, trying to force too-short nails underneath the lid to lift it...