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Man, this really is a teeny tiny town. The houses are far from each other and there are very few people out and about. It's kind of depressing. Still, nice to jog through, he doesn't have to stop for traffic.

Eventually he runs into another jogger, though, and waves them over. He's managed to calm down enough to want to talk about this to someone who's (probably) not been brain-eaten by the "Realm of Magic".

"Hi there!" he says, panting and patting his forehead dry with his T-shirt. "I'm Peter, I just moved here."

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"Hello," says the other person. "I'm Fabian Caller."

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...bad vibes.

"Nice to meet you. Hey, weird question, but, uh, you know about the wizards off in the Realm of Magic?"

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"Yes?"

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"Do you know what's... up with them?"

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"I don't understand."

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Baaaaaaad vibes.

"Have you talked to one of them?"

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"I have never met a spellcaster."

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"—oh! Sorry, I just assumed, since the town is so small and the portal is right there."

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"The portal has been there for as long as anyone can remember."

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Please don't say just being around the portal is enough to rot your brain, Peter just moved came to existence.

"And yet you've never met any spellcasters?"

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"Spellcasters are strange and mysterious."

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"Have you... ever gone through the portal?"

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"No."

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Augh.

"Aren't there many spellcasters living around here?—sorry if I sound rude, I'm more used to the city," in a manner of speaking, "so I kinda just assume everyone around here knows most everyone else."

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"I think I know most people around here."

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"...and most of them aren't spellcasters, then."

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"I don't think I know any spellcasters."

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"Hey, how do you feel about butterflies?"

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"They're pretty! Do you like butterflies?"

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"They're okay. How do you feel about the weather?"

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"I like it when it's this sunny!"

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"—okay! I think I'm just gonna go back to jogging."

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"It was nice meeting you!"

Off he goes.

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Aaaaaaaaaargh!

Hyperventilating about brain rot will not be helpful. What will be helpful is resuming his jog, not talking to anyone, working up a good level of exhaustion, getting those happy chemicals going and all that, and coming back home. That's what will be helpful.

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