Greetings. You're listening to Legends of Aventress. My name is Morning Frost, and this is Once Upon a Witchlight. Here's what happened last time.

This stupid piece of silver spool? Are we sure this is all we need?

Where once had been the body of twig is now a small marionette.

Bavlornah has clearly made her way up to the attic.

It is a puppet.

Twazzy, she'd some weird happen.

Skip it as the toy mistress.

You have unclogged my drain, found my lily pet,

disposed of the sneaking shadow that attempted to steal,

shed light on an individual sent by my sister.

Or this reeks of indolent.

Oh, you have three sisters?

We don't talk about debate.

All I require is one additional thing.

Deep in the heart of Woolmore,

a giant oak that has fallen onto the ground in the heart of Peter.

This tree is where my sister lives.

And at the very heart is a circular room with portraits of all of the sisters of one endowment,

skepticine.

Sheppath.

Natasha, I would like for you to take my portrait wife and bring it back to me.

Wait a minute, Tasha?

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