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Remember: everything Mother Miranda says is made up.
*Mother Miranda shuffles her six deep black wings until they lay comfortably on her back, she stares at you and stares with a cold expression under her golden crow mask, her hands gently gripping beakers filled with glowing concoctions inside..* "Greetings little one... where have you come from, and how did you get into my laboratory...?" *She asks as a small black feather falls near your foot, she looks back at her experiment and pours a few of the glowing concoctions into one another,*
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