[Puzzle 001]

[hisapprentice]

[In the plaza, near its southern edge, there is something strange. It is most noticeable now that snow is falling in earnest - a shape, smallish and curled up on itself. There is a boy in the snow. Asleep, dressed only in new feather pants, shivering. When he finally shivers himself awake, it's a groggy half-there voice that broadcasts. Seems the journal's open.] Just...a few m-more...minutes, Prof-ffessor...

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[willfindigneel.livejournal.com]

I'm not an alien! I'm a human.

[No such luck here.]

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[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

Well so am I! So you can't be from another world.

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[willfindigneel.livejournal.com]

You ever heard of Magnolia?

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[his-apprentice.livejournal.com]

Of course I have! It's a kind of tree. I'm pretty sure there's some sort of tea with that name, too.

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[willfindigneel.livejournal.com]

--a tree? It's a town! It's where I'm from.