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Within the walls of an ancient castle, carefully tucked away into the sprawling meadows of England, lies a small study. A sorcerer’s study. To whom this study belongs to has been long forgotten over the years. Occasionally servants will find it and brush it off as just another war room for the king to strategize in.
So the study remains untouched. No one comes to care for it and over the years, the study has come to lose the magic it had before. The pages of the dozens of books have yellowed, the velvet drapes have become a decadent meal for moths, and many spiders have made homes within the crevices of the study. But this tale is not about the study exactly, it is more so about the memories it holds.
Within the pages of these tattered books comes a story that has been locked away for generations. A story of magic, ill timed events, and the stupidity that comes with being young.
A story of the lifeblood of this country.
A story of love.
A story that hopefully, won’t need to be buried under books any longer.