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... d doors broke the silence. Two heavy burlap sacks, writhing with movement, were unceremoniously dragged across the polished marble floor by a pair of house-elves, their spindly limbs betraying surprising strength. The sconces on the walls flickered, casting long, shifting shadows across the room as the captives were brought forward and dropped before a throne-like chair near the hearth.
From the shadows, a velvet voice purred like silk slipping off satin. "Did you invite Cecil White?" ...
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