There’s no place like home. Unless someone lands there in a balloon and the curses start flying. No one in Oz remembers the Fisher King. The First Sentinels made sure of that. There are four of us. North, South, East, and West. I am Glinda, Sentinel of the South. We are all trying to figure out what to do about this Wizard who just landed here in a balloon, disposed of our king, and inserted himself as king of Oz while dealing with the ailing Sentinel in the North when the unthinkable happens. The same forgetting curse the first Sentinels used to make everyone forget the Fisher King is cast again. Except now, we are no longer Sentinels. I’m the Good Witch of the South, Azami is the Wicked Witch of the West, Adora is the Wicked Witch of the East, and Locasta is the Good Witch of the North. Two Sentinels had to have cast that spell. I know Azami and Adora didn’t do it, or they wouldn’t have gotten the short end of the stick. I know I didn’t do it. That leaves poor addled Locasta. Maybe she isn’t as cursed and soft as we all thought. But who helped her? Can I restore the Sentinels before Oz tears itself and my friends apart?