PROLOGUE

“Pay him no mind, no mind” - Ethan mumbled. "Wing the windmill wing until it sings of forgotten sins," he hummed as he searched the drawer of his desk. There was a cupboard attached to the desk which contained books, scrolls, and other questionable items. “Double down when midnight falls, answer none who calls. Forgotten sins, forgotten sins..I have forgotten since…since…” - he muttered confused. “Aha!” Ethan exclaimed. With a strong push, he closed the drawer, and for a moment it seemed like the desk would collapse.

Unlike how recklessly he flipped his house upside down to search for his equipment, Ethan carefully laid all the items out on the table. A spoon, mortar, weights, a boiled egg, some herbs and a big book. "Wing the windmill until it sings of forgotten sins", he whispered while putting everything in a bag. After a quick look around he put on his overcoat and made a smacking sound on which, with perfect cue, a rat jumped on his shoulder before disappearing in the warm coat. He grabbed his stick and without hesitation closed the door behind him with a firm slam.

While he walked through the forest he more violently mumbled: “Pay him no mind, NO MIND”. Since he lived alone, there wasn't anyone around to talk to, so he spoke mostly to himself. The forest was always green and thriving. He raised his stick in one fluid motion, slammed it against some low hanging leaves from which a fruit fell. The rat jumped out of the overcoat as soon as it hit the ground, grabbed the fruit and hid in the pelt.

After hiking for a few hours, they reached a clearing in the forest. Ethan stopped suddenly and looked up. He whispered: "Wing the windmill wing until it sings of forgotten sins.".

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