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“OK, Huntress,” said Hobgoblin. Something sneezed in the trees and Hobgoblin jumped in surprise.

“Keep going!” said the Huntress. “Don’t worry about the things in the forest. I’m the only creature that brings you danger.”

“Yes, Your Huntress,” stammered Hobgoblin. “I mean, My Huntress. No! I mean, just Huntress.” The flies smacked their foreheads in disbelief—if Hobgoblin was going to make it through this without getting scrubbed, he really needed to stop testing the squirrel’s patience.

“Do you know where Fresh Falls is?” asked the Huntress.

Hobgoblin couldn’t speak. The end point of the dreaded Rinsey River, Fresh Falls was a pure, clean, and glittery waterfall that emptied into the Pool of Purity. Everyone learned at a young age where it was—so they knew exactly where to avoid.

According to the folklore, once the glistening waters of the Rinsey River passed through Fresh Falls, they became infused with magical cleansing powers. The story went that if you dipped so much as a single toe into the Pool of Purity, you’d never,