The cantankerous old scrap wagon rattled and chugged. Spewing waves of steam from enchanted boilers, it rolled forward.

“Why’s it so ornery?” little Tom asked while Jo fought with its controls.

“Mundane old mechanicals don’t mesh well with magic!” she shouted.

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