Enchantress Undercover

Do I risk my freedom or my sanity?

If I ignore the magic trying to use me as a lightning rod, it’ll steal my mind.

If I use it, I might reveal myself to the monsters. Or just the magic-immune secret government, which is almost as bad.

Today, I’ll have to use it, because a fire-breathing psychopath just tried to burn down my craft store. Some other enchanter gave him power and broke him in the process, and I’m about to take the blame.

Whoever did this, I’d better find them. Or it’ll be a question of whether my family, my friends, or my own magic will kill me first.

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