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...Previously...

The school was empty once Ă̷̺n̴̼͋g̷̥̓e̸͇͂l̵͖̿ä̵͍́ was finished with her fruitless attempt to learn new spells, so she made her way home via Underborough Square. Surely, she would catch up with her friends somewhere among the hustle and bustle of the busy evening hours. The Square seemed busier than usual as she strolled through it, what with all the writhing, gibbering, screaming, muttering, cry-laughing, and laugh-crying. Á̴̻̩n̴̖̘͌g̷̫̻͆̈́͊ḙ̷͓̼́l̶͙͈̜̾̊ȧ̷̛͚̠͇ found herself at a loss for a reaction. She walked and observed almost passively, like in a dream. None of the town's behavior felt strange or even noteworthy. After all, why should it? Ă̷͎͚̊̀̍̈́̓n̸̺̹̙̯̳̒́̉̿́̐͠g̵̡̗̖̰̃̀̕ͅé̴̡̦̬̭̘̽͑̿̈́̕͝l̵̤̤̈́̒͒͘a̷͓̿̔̋ had done nothing with her magic. She was normal. All of this was normal. The pulling of hair, the frothing mouths, the faces twisted in insane horror... was it not always this way? The only thing that felt a little off to Ā̷̢̨̡̛͍̟͕͕͓̫͙̣̥̮͎͚̫̫̻̦̥̭̮̻̪̦͕́͑̅̑̈́̋̈́͊͗̑͂͐͋̾̎̒̎̓̎̈́̃͘͜͠͝͝n̴̢̧̺̦̙̟̞͔̹̝͎̠͕̻̏̓͐̀ͅg̴͓̣̭̰͚͉͍͍͚̙̺͕̜̣̩̮̱̹̻͖̦̪̥̫̭̲̫̼̃̈́̃͊̅̂͂͂̋̀̾̆̌̒̎̾̎̐̏͘̕͠ĕ̴͓̬̼͍͙͔͉͔͈̤͚̦͚̩̱͈̳̤̥̮̖͈͍̣̥̭ͅļ̶̢̯̳̟̭̘̠̠̺͇̱̫̘͚̟̫̱͚̤͑̒́͋̏̋̾͐̈́̎͑̑̅̕͘͜͜͝͝͝a̸̮̗̟̩͍̖̳͇̬̯̩̞̺͎̒̍́͌͌̆̎̇̕͠ͅͅ was her shadow. It seemed to flicker formlessly in the light of the setting sun. She wanted to ask if anyone else noticed, but they all looked preoccupied. Besides, it would soon be night, and Underborough would be cloaked in beautiful, horrible, interminable darkness.

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...Previously...

The school was empty once Ă̷̺n̴̼͋g̷̥̓e̸͇͂l̵͖̿ä̵͍́ was finished with her fruitless attempt to learn new spells, so she made her way home via Underborough Square. Surely, she would catch up with her friends somewhere among the hustle and bustle of the busy evening hours. The Square seemed busier than usual as she strolled through it, what with all the writhing, gibbering, screaming, muttering, cry-laughing, and laugh-crying. Á̴̻̩n̴̖̘͌g̷̫̻͆̈́͊ḙ̷͓̼́l̶͙͈̜̾̊ȧ̷̛͚̠͇ found herself at a loss for a reaction. She walked and observed almost passively, like in a dream. None of the town's behavior felt strange or even noteworthy. After all, why should it? Ă̷͎͚̊̀̍̈́̓n̸̺̹̙̯̳̒́̉̿́̐͠g̵̡̗̖̰̃̀̕ͅé̴̡̦̬̭̘̽͑̿̈́̕͝l̵̤̤̈́̒͒͘a̷͓̿̔̋ had done nothing with her magic. She was normal. All of this was normal. The pulling of hair, the frothing mouths, the faces twisted in insane horror... was it not always this way? The only thing that felt a little off to Ā̷̢̨̡̛͍̟͕͕͓̫͙̣̥̮͎͚̫̫̻̦̥̭̮̻̪̦͕́͑̅̑̈́̋̈́͊͗̑͂͐͋̾̎̒̎̓̎̈́̃͘͜͠͝͝n̴̢̧̺̦̙̟̞͔̹̝͎̠͕̻̏̓͐̀ͅg̴͓̣̭̰͚͉͍͍͚̙̺͕̜̣̩̮̱̹̻͖̦̪̥̫̭̲̫̼̃̈́̃͊̅̂͂͂̋̀̾̆̌̒̎̾̎̐̏͘̕͠ĕ̴͓̬̼͍͙͔͉͔͈̤͚̦͚̩̱͈̳̤̥̮̖͈͍̣̥̭ͅļ̶̢̯̳̟̭̘̠̠̺͇̱̫̘͚̟̫̱͚̤͑̒́͋̏̋̾͐̈́̎͑̑̅̕͘͜͜͝͝͝a̸̮̗̟̩͍̖̳͇̬̯̩̞̺͎̒̍́͌͌̆̎̇̕͠ͅͅ was her shadow. It seemed to flicker formlessly in the light of the setting sun. She wanted to ask if anyone else noticed, but they all looked preoccupied. Besides, it would soon be night, and Underborough would be cloaked in beautiful, horrible, interminable darkness.