A Tiny Witch's Terrible Temper

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…The agitated hum was gone, replaced by the gentle chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves. The air felt clean and fresh, devoid of the oppressive energy that had clung to her earlier. She walked with a lighter step, her heart filled with a quiet confidence. The Grand Magical Gathering might still be out of reach for now, but she had faced her greatest challenge, and she had won. She had learned that even the most terrible temper could be tamed, and that within its fiery depths lay a power far greater than she had ever dared to imagine. The bloom of her magic, she now understood, would be all the more beautiful for the strength of its roots.