Pierce spun in his chair in the back room of the Magic Shack while he waited for Ursula. Opened on his desk were every one of his journals of spells and tricks. Tucked safely inside the silver locket was Aurora’s cursed finger, it too sat on his desk. Pierce was maybe a good day away from putting up a bulletin board with red string connecting all the dots for a solution. So far the most viable solution came from the brown haired girl about true love’s kiss, that however, had a set of unique problems.
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