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At
the ruins of an an old castle far off in the Scottish countryside
there lived a Boggart. Many years ago, when the castle had been
vibrant and alive, the boggart had knocked on the doors and castle
walls at night. It had soured the milk, hidden Her Ladyship's jewels,
and chased away dozens of fine horses. But now the castle was empty
and had fallen into disrepair, and there was no more mischief for the
boggart to wreak. With no one left to torment and no more animals to
frighten away, the boggart would gradually fade away to nothing.
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