Stitches the Spirit Guardian

In a distant bog in the middle of nowhere under a nondescript tree was the hidden home of a long-forgotten and now quite dead sorcerer. Granted, it did not mean he still was not dwelling there in fact, he hadn’t left his home in ages. The sorcerer who has long forgotten his own name by now, even though, from time to time he thought of himself as living in his own home just to make himself chuckle. From time to time, he liked using magic to keep it clean and keep unwanted guests out of his home. But today was different as not a bandit or animal came into his dwelling. Still, a small boy no more than the age of seven clutching a small doll that was patchworked together with button eyes and obvious wear and tear found his way in, and without warning, the boy collapsed in the middle of the sorcerer's living room.

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