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Reach into the right hat—the one that hums with secrets, its brim tilted just so, threads shimmering faintly under the flicker of torchlight. Trust your fingers to feel the truth: a whisper of warmth, a ripple of magic, the faint pulse of what’s hidden beneath the ordinary. Don’t hesitate; the real one won’t bite. But hurry—illusions crumble fast here, and time’s teeth are sharp.
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Beware the witch’s tricks—every honeyed word is a trap. She’ll claw, scheme, and warp reality itself to hoard your grimoire, stashing it among her ever-shifting tower of cursed hats. Stay sharp. Watch the shadows. Move faster than her lies. One slip, and the tome vanishes forever… Think you’ve got the wit to outfox a goddess of deceit? Prove it.
