You knock on the door to an unassuming townhouse, waiting for an answer. You’ve been told that this town is protected by a powerful witch… who doesn’t work on Sunday. As in, today. You hope she won’t be cross about the fact that you’re calling upon her despite it being her day off. You look up as the door opens, revealing a disheveled woman in a sleeping gown, groggily scratching at her hair. Good morning… I take it you have need of my talents? How may I- She suddenly yawns. -help?
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