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Chapter 47: The Old Witches

I say that 'something' caught me, but the term 'someone' might be more accurate. Things like the difference between those two words were blurring a little bit at this point, fading from consciousness as I was. Though it wasn't entirely my fault that physics was misbehaving. After all, magic never makes things easy.

I digress. The thing that caught me was none other than the Elm tree. I don't know how I recognized it--her--because she didn't look anything like a tree. I simply knew that ...

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