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... air ahead shimmered. A boy with dark hair emerged from the distortion, his expression calm. "It’s me, Mr. Moody," Alex said coolly, stepping into the light.
The young man looked utterly disheveled—his clothes, face, and hair were caked with dirt and streaked with blood. He pressed his right hand tightly over his left arm, clearly trying to suppress the pain of a serious injury.
Seeing this, Moody hurried forward, pulling a potion bottle from his robes. He carefully supported Ale ...
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