“Dear me!” he said. All the village was assembled in the churchyard. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. To win the contest meant you would be chosen to apprentice in magic as a priest under her tutelage. “Why should one pretend? “Think of all the beauty in the world that is covered up and overlaid. He was also, had she known it, more than a little insincere. It clicked and the bookshelf was once more intact.
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