Imaginary Friends Agency
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Last published Mon, Nov 7, 2016
Imagination creates Belief. Belief empowers Magic. Magic is of the imagination.
Everyone knows imaginary friends don't exist, except in a child's mind. But to the imaginary friends, although science and magic set the laws, it's their purpose to help their child even when the child has long forgotten them.
When magic is used to eliminate the boundaries between imagination and reality, it takes the determination of a small trio to undo the damage.
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