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This tale starts the way many tales do, with an eccentric old woman in a crumbling castle on the high hill north of a small, sleepy town.
She was twisted and stooped as an old tree, and so much a part of the scenery she was mostly forgotten. But every spring a mighty wind blew a garlick-y, pepper-y smell through the streets and people remembered.
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This tale starts the way many tales do, with an eccentric old woman in a crumbling castle on the high hill north of a small, sleepy town.
She was twisted and stooped as an old tree, and so much a part of the scenery she was mostly forgotten. But every spring a mighty wind blew a garlick-y, pepper-y smell through the streets and people remembered.
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