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But it was not overwhelming terror that filled the back of her mind. Nor was it panic over this new commotion.

After all, she had a major objective: freeing her reliable friend’s heart from a depressing past event. f𝗿𝗲e𝒘e𝚋n૦𝘃𝙚𝑙.com

Until now, she had thought the answer lay at the end of the Magic tree diagram. But that approach may have been wrong. If she mastered Magic and conquered this Underworld, she and Boo Boo might be able to achieve their goal together.

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