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Wolfgang balanced his cup of coffee and pulled out a chair, feeling more like he was performing at a circus than taking an evening break at a tiny cafe. He of course could have hovered the mug of steaming liquid, though it was obvious that he trusted his hands more than his charm work. The...

Sighing wearily, Wolfgang made his way home, coming upon a clearing in the Argonne Forest of France. It was a large manor, his family wealthy and having lived here once. However, they had either died or moved away, himself and his animals the only ones left. His dogs, Fritz and Lars, a...