“Oh, DRAT, and curses!” Ember shouted as she tripped for the eighth time that week over an old suitcase. It sat under a table, atop the bricks. A pathway of red bricks formed a circular ring around the grassy area, in the center of which sat a large cauldron, currently giving off quite the odd aroma as the brew came to a boil. This large yard,
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