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December 16th 1890

A young witch stood in the undercroft with a cauldron bubbling. A potion being made that looked and smelled most foul, yet she made it. Young Sarah Pinewell made hope that this potion would allow her to unlock her dreams, and be able to talk to animals.

This takes place from now to the end of the game, spoilers ahead but with my own twist on things. I don't own anyone except my character, everyone else belongs to the game. I'll write more when I can and feel like.

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