It’s not always an easy story, not always a happy story. You take the good with the bad, the magic with the monstrosity, the beauty with the madness. The world is alive with wonders most people never see…and rife with horrors that count on that unwariness. You can see that magic is not the sole province of Faerie. Having run from your Keeper and climbed your way back through the Hedge (and didn’t the thorns bite more than they did going in?), you’re back in the world of pizza and Facebook and nuclear anxiety. You were a lover or a servant or a monster. They forged your flesh and sewed your bones, and they gave you a role to play. Lured or abducted by the alien Gentry, you have passed the gates and Hedges between our world and the vast fantastic. In Changeling: The Lost, you take on the role of an ordinary person who has seen the extraordinary. In the end, they kill the giant or shove the witch in an oven. The hero leaves his village on a terrifying journey, or the waif finds her way through the cold, dark woods. But you will slay them and you will shun them and you will stand on the battlements of your fortress as they break against your walls of thorn and iron. There will be dragons and there will be sirens and there will be all the armies of the otherworld sent to bring you back.
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