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The young, meek witch made no move to stop me from entering her modest-looking shed by the sea.

Inside was a vast, well-lit room, filled with precious furniture and plants and magic, but my attention was caught by a plain jar.

"What's this wood chunk in the jar?"

"It is a forest that wrongly thought I was... young and meek," she replied. "Maybe one day I will set it free again."

I turned to the door. It was gone.

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