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... lain Manor. The front gates hung crooked, one hinge screeching softly in the wind. Aurors in deep midnight-brown cloaks stood watch, their wands drawn, their breath clouding in the frigid air. Beyond them, others picked over the scorched grounds, their boots crunching over frozen ash.
Eira stepped through the gates without slowing, her gaze sweeping the ruin. The smell of wet smoke clung to everything—walls, earth, even the air she breathed. Through the open front doors, the charred scen ...
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