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Like a dried up spring, magic trickled forth with less and less strength, until one day, the people awoke and there was simply no more to be had.

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His mother's words faded to myth, concocted by a gentle soul to delight the imagination of a boy.Until one day, they were no longer a myth. One day, he would wish he had never heard them at all because they spelled his happiness--and his eternal sorrow.
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