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As if on cue, Fred's stomach rumbled. She nodded enthusiastically, and the old woman got to work.
Fred took a seat at the table and would have sighed had she been able. It felt so nice to sit down on an actual chair.
After twenty minutes of boiling water, adding vegetables, chitchatting lightly, and introducing herself as Wenda, Fred's hostess
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said, "Now I don't want to alarm you, but I do dabble in magic. I'm going to add something to this brew to see if I can restore your voice." She held up a vial of black liquid. "Is that all right with you?"
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added a suspiciously-colored fluid to the stew as she was finishing up. Fred did not notice.
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added a suspiciously-colored fluid to the stew as she was finishing up. Fred noticed.
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said, "I'd ask you to write your name, but unfortunately I myself am quite illiterate. You do remind me of my great niece, Marmie. May I call you Marmie?"
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