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If only safety could be ensured with magic.
Once there was a little boy. His father walked to the store and never returned, a bullet in his chest. The boy cried and hid in his bedroom. A fairy appeared, and she encircled him with a magic circle of protection. The boy could leave, protected, as long as he returned by dark. But the world delighted him. He stayed too late, shots ricocheting behind him. Then the world called to him – do not hide, we will protect you. He came out, seen for who he was. Though he never saw his father again, the world was safe once more.
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