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The Wishing Place
Take my hand and step with me onto a cobblestone path to a long forgotten clearing. It's hidden in the forest where misty spirits beckon from their mossy hiding place. Once you step onto the path, sensations of time transcending overtake you. Soon enough, you are peering into the wishing place. Here the sunbeam dances and so too do the faery folk. The sun-streaked clearing calls, step into it and feel the magick. Have no fear, you are safe here. Close your eyes tight, my friend, and reveal to the forest your deepest wish.
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