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... trable, as if even time itself waited for Grindelwald’s answer.
Then, slowly, he smiled.
"An interesting question, Albus," he murmured, leaning back against the simple chair.
His fingers curled against the armrest in a slow, deliberate motion. "Do you really think I have spent forty years simply rotting here?"
Dumbledore did not respond immediately, but his gaze did not waver.
The weight of the past still hung between them, thick as the cold walls of Nurme ...
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