Magic, Mystery, a little Whisky, and a Cat


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“Magic isn’t a toy, you know.” The wizard eyed the boy sternly as they scrambled up the rocky hillside.  “You can’t cast spells willy-nilly without consequences.”

“Sorry,” said the boy, his eyes teary.

“Well,” The wizard took pity on his forlorn student. The boy was just learning, after all. “It’s probably nothing. You probably just evaporated a puddle or knocked a bird silly for a day. I’m sure it will be fine.”

They topped the hill. Salt wastes extended beyond the horizon. The thriving village was gone. Not one living thing moved on the desolate plain.

“Dammit!” said the wizard.

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