Imagine Now, the Witch of Rosemary. She lumbers through the Halls of the Unloved, casting spells of shame on all she spies. She hides behind a great red mask with a smiling gash carved into it, and her jaw clicks when she speaks.

She has cursed you with speaking to her master, the temperamental Goblin Wizard.

Unable to break free, you must speak.

What do you say?

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