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Oscar:  muttered at his study desk. "How much of these stories are even real?"
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Tinasha:  The witch was up on the ceiling with a thick spell book open before her. She didn’t know what “these stories” referred to, and she floated down while still upside down to look over Oscar’s shoulder. "What’s that? A book of fairy tales?"
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Oscar:  Oscar closed the book and showed her the cover. "I’m having a quick look through a book we acquired to add to the castle reference library. There’s a lot of weird stories. It’s pretty interesting.”
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Tinasha:  “Oh, it’s a book from the Dark Age." Tinasha came down and sat on the edge of the desk. Reaching out for the book Oscar had opened back up, she began to leaf through the pages. "The story of the Mirror of Oblivion, huh? This is from before my time. I couldn’t tell you if it’s true or not."
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Tinasha:  Tinasha flipped through more pages as she mused on what sort of spells were responsible for each story. "Oh, this one’s true. The story of a castle that suddenly got covered in ivy." Tinasha pointed to the one she was describing.
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Oscar:  "That one’s relatively new. I think it’s from the very beginning of the Age of Witches."
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Tinasha:  "Yes, it is. It’s about me."
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Oscar:  "........."
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Tinasha:  Ignoring the pointed look he was throwing her, Tinasha drifted back up to the ceiling.
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Oscar:  From below, she heard his heavy sigh. "That makes me want to appear in one of these odd little stories, too…"
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Tinasha:  "What do you think you’re saying? Have some self-respect." Tinasha quickly resumed her reading.