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"Just a little further," Van Buren led his players through the woods.

Sohovik looked nervous, "Are you sure about this?"

"Don't you want to beat the Yankees?" Van Buren replied. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

Henry said. "Ain't witchcraft like dealing with the devil?"

"Nowhere close, little boy," an old hag stood in a large vegetable garden, grasping a large hoe in a gnarled hand. "I know why you've come," the old hag said, motioning them closer. "You wish to have a curse reversed, but I'll need a certain potion first..."

"Can't we just trade with Cleveland?" Sohovik sighed.