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June 26, 2015
Magister Tompkins cursed the brevity of the moon crisis, he cursed the magical crab who had escaped his clutches and apparently ended the crisis, and he cursed the poor sales of his magical moon protection necklaces.

"Find a way to sell them," he told his staff, "tell people each one was personally blessed by me. Tell people they cure lycanthropy and stop arrows, I don't care."

This experience has taught me one thing, he thought. There is more magic in this world than any of us had imagined, and I must learn more about it.

He headed for the library.