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Fifty-One
Stella Lockheed I closed my eyes, trying to clear my cluttered mind of all the weirdness that had become my life lately. The alley, that creepy skull monster thing, the whole magical mystery surrounding Willow, the horse, and us getting mysteriously portaled back into the Academy—it was all driving me bonkers. Lucas had said that the library had some magical mojo, so I decided to give it a shot. With my eyes tightly shut, I focused on my burning questions. I wanted answers, dammit. I wanted to understand what was happening to me, to us. I didn't really know how this whole library magic thing worked, but hey, Lucas made it sound like thinking hard about what you wanted was the key. And then it happened. I felt it in the air, that faint but unmistakable tingling of magic. I could almo
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