A Wizard's Tale

Madrigal stood at the entrance to he cave, resplendent in purple velvet robes decorated with silver stars, his staff raised to the heavens, and his snow white hair swept back from his noble face by the breeze. After a few minutes of this posing, he walked to the smaller cave he used as a garage, and mounted his black, 1953 Vincent. The engine roared into life, and the wizard drove off towards the nearby town of

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