I always knew my grandpa had secrets. I was not however, aware that he owned an old wizard's tower.

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I'll tell you the story. 

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I had just graduated high school, and Gramps was asking what I wanted to do with my life. And I told him that I wanted to open up a bakery, just like Grandma before she passed. 

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He didn't say much after that. Understandably so. He just had that glassy look in his old eyes. Now, as it turns out, opening up your own bakery is kinda hard. You gotta find the right place, because not every building has the ventilation and utilities that you need, right?

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You also have to have certifications, business licenses, yada yada yada. 

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I felt pretty defeated. It became one thing after another. I was exhausted, and I'd made no progress at all. So I went back to my Grandpa, just to talk, and maybe even deliver the news that I'd have to change the course of my life. Find something different.

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But that's when he brought out... the key...