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"Everyone thinks we're a fairytale. But they're wrong. There's always been witches in the world. There's magic all around us. And magic users can harness it, and do things you'd only imagine in your wildest dreams. It's a life I'd never trade... but witches aren't the only myths that are real." Stan was listening, understanding, and that's what I needed. He asked, "What else is real?" "Fairies, demons, nymphs, mermaids-" "Vampires?" I laughed, the first real laugh since the Losers Club split, "No. No vampires or werewolves. And the clown, he's something else entirely. I've never seen anything like him before. An Eldritch who likes illusions." "What did you see?" He was referring to my fear. I could tell him now, he knew everything. "Our history. What they did to the people they suspected knew magic. They... you, screamed at me." "What did we scream?" My answer came out in a whisper. I could still hear it. It was burned into my brain, constantly replaying in my ears, "Burn the witch."