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... Paris White Manor’s study, casting golden light across the polished wooden desk. Eira sat poised, her quill gliding smoothly over creamy parchment as she carefully composed a letter.
It had been three weeks since the end of her second year at Beauxbâtons, The manor was calm, with only the gentle rustling of the garden outside and the faint murmur of the city beyond the walls.
Eira paused for a moment; after days of continuous work on the family’s affairs, she needed a moment of ...
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