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... gray that late afternoon, the clouds hanging low and heavy as if holding back a gentle drizzle. Eira stepped through the cobblestone streets that led toward the familiar corner of the Allée des Merveilles, her pace steady and confident. Her mind was still lightly humming with anticipation for the school year, but now her thoughts were on one special stop: Madame Rochelle’s shop, the place she had returned to for the past two years for her Beauxbâtons school uniform.
Today marked the star ...
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