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... loors were fractured in jagged patterns, the shattered remnants of the chandelier littered the floor like fallen stars. Smoke hung in curling ribbons, carrying the acrid tang of scorched stone. Every step echoed, carrying the rhythm of the confrontation that had begun almost before anyone could think.
Alina Trévér stood in the center, perfectly still, the faintest smirk curving her lips. Her pale fingers rested lightly on her wand, relaxed, as though she had all the time in the world. He ...
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