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Oscar:  On the night before, Oscar had returned from a meeting with Clara and was hard at work with Als.
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Oscar:  Suddenly, the door to the room blew apart, startling the two men.
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Tinasha:  The witch strolled in through the wreckage of the door. Her eyes came to rest on Oscar, and she smiled widely. It was the expression of a monarch—bereft of innocence. She opened both arms wide and called up a gigantic spell. Adorably tilting her head to one side, Tinasha asked, “You can die when you hear the song or die now by my hand. Which do you choose?”
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Oscar:  “………” Immediately, Oscar and Als realized their secret was out. Als squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of death. Magic rolled off the witch in unrestrained waves. One by one, the vases and jars decorating the room exploded.
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Oscar:  Oscar considered how to react for a moment. He decided to start by asking, “Where did you hear about it?”
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Tinasha:  “I interrogated the brothel owner.”
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Oscar:  “Is he still alive?”
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Tinasha:  “I didn’t hurt him, although I don’t think he’ll sleep easy for a while.” A windowpane groaned a terrible sound before shattering. A calm night breeze blew in from outside. As that breeze swept past her, Tinasha flashed a wickedly beautiful grin. It was her witch’s smile, capable of entrancing all who saw it and driving them to death. Her voice sounded like clear ice breaking to pieces as she said, “No matter how many times I tell you, it seems you never quite understand. It’s getting quite irritating. Giving in to curiosity and overestimating your own abilities… Since it sounds like you want to die in a terribly boring way, I can just kill you now. Go on, stretch out your neck.” She sounded dead serious. A table and shelves burst to splinters. Als gasped at the frightening level of destruction. He wasn’t sure if he should get between Oscar and Tinasha or not, but he also didn’t think he could do anything to improve the situation.
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Oscar:  Oscar stood up and met the witch’s gaze head-on. “Just wait a moment, Tinasha.”
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Tinasha:  “Shut up.” The well-constructed desk Oscar regularly used split in two as easily as paper. The walls began to bend at a convex angle with a stomach-churning sound. Powerful winds stirred piles of documents into a vortex.
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Oscar:  Oscar strode over the broken desk and approached the floating witch. With a hand, he reached out to her.
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Tinasha:  “Don’t touch me,” Tinasha snapped, trying to use magic to repel him. However, her own protective barrier canceled it out, and she was unable to.