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... ridors of the French Ministry of Magic. The air was cool and tinged with the scent of old perfume and spell-dusted stone. She wore a formal, slate-blue robe tailored to perfection, the subtle shimmer of silver embroidery catching the flickering torchlight. Her hair was pinned up neatly, a few loose strands curled artfully against her cheeks.
As before, that morning in the Ombrelune dormitory, Eira was woken by a knock at the door. When she stepped outside, she was surprised to find Madam ...
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