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laurice[All is well on this side of town - whatever town it is, and whatever side it is. But not for long.
A witch is lurking close by, warping reality, altering the buildings and alleys in her lair, turning everything into her own playground, with floors made of what looked like crumpled paper, flying winged books, razor-sharp pens, large Frisbee-sized attorney's badges that whirled like deadly discuses, and giant gavels that swung and pounded anything in their paths. The witch herself, shrouded in tattered judicial robes and hiding behind a mane of tangled hair matted with pages and batons, is in the heart of this labyrinth of corridors and dilapidated courtrooms and falling shelves, watching. Waiting.
Two fools will enter her reality marble.
And both of them will actually get out alive, believe it or not.]
A witch is lurking close by, warping reality, altering the buildings and alleys in her lair, turning everything into her own playground, with floors made of what looked like crumpled paper, flying winged books, razor-sharp pens, large Frisbee-sized attorney's badges that whirled like deadly discuses, and giant gavels that swung and pounded anything in their paths. The witch herself, shrouded in tattered judicial robes and hiding behind a mane of tangled hair matted with pages and batons, is in the heart of this labyrinth of corridors and dilapidated courtrooms and falling shelves, watching. Waiting.
Two fools will enter her reality marble.
And both of them will actually get out alive, believe it or not.]
