Placeholder: [art by john bauer] In the heart of an enchanted forest, where the light barely filtered through towering trees, a mischievous witch named Morgella was joyfully gathering magical mushrooms. Her wide violet cloak, adorned with a sparkling gem on her hat, revealed her status as an experienced witch, but her sparkling eyes and joyful laughter showed she wasn’t as serious as some might think. [art by john bauer] In the heart of an enchanted forest, where the light barely filtered through towering trees, a mischievous witch named Morgella was joyfully gathering magical mushrooms. Her wide violet cloak, adorned with a sparkling gem on her hat, revealed her status as an experienced witch, but her sparkling eyes and joyful laughter showed she wasn’t as serious as some might think.

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[art by john bauer] In the heart of an enchanted forest, where the light barely filtered through towering trees, a mischievous witch named Morgella was joyfully gathering magical mushrooms. Her wide violet cloak, adorned with a sparkling gem on her hat, revealed her status as an experienced witch, but her sparkling eyes and joyful laughter showed she wasn’t as serious as some might think.

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